Drivers Seat

(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin son Ain't no room in this game for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing) [Iman T.H.U.G.] Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin, rappers get done in I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning All feelings though, we all grow wit this ?buckle? I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that 25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back And keep this world high, yearly raw supply These f*ckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure Recognize it's Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last forever Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers Butter leathers, check it yo yo yo Chorus 2x I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat [Noreaga] I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see Now it's Nore now in the f*ckin driver's seat Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick Iraq embassy need a straitjacket Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas'll fear this Turn my shit down everytime they hear it P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos