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

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 ****in tracks

Have a ***** 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

I keep it real wit a *****

Keep it real wit me

I cut the hand off a *****

Tryin steal from me

2-5 be that bomb-diggy

Bomb you see

Black juice in the

Yukon driver's seat

I keep it real wit a *****

Keep it real wit me

I cut the hand off a *****

Tryin steal from me

2-5 be that bomb-diggy

Bomb you see

Black juice in the

Yukon driver's seat

I keep it real wit a *****

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 ****in

Driver's seat

Yo I shoot rapid burn ****

Inside a backwood

Iraq embassy need a straitjacket

Yo let's rachateer this

While most ******'ll fear this

Turn my **** down

Everytime they hear it

P-H-D me

Rapidly right in back of me

Tackle me

Them ****** make loot

But only half of me

My faculty

Blow holes in your Moschinos

And tuxedos

While all y'all ****** free-load

Reload

Explode on roll on fold on

Ghengis Khan

Dusk till dawn Art of War

Still time to score

Yo we kid we poly for

Yo Victoria's Secret *****es

That suck **** raw

The freak Rick James type

I got the long pipe

Kick doors in snake four-fours in

Yo escape the Nor-van

Swervin TV's inside Suburban

Iraq dishieke diamond cut pinky

Listen to Trag **** wit

Noyd and Chinky

Network like the internet

Wit Henny wet

Nine-oh be my set

So whatever be next

Nashiem

He laced this beat on some

East coast ****

I keep it real wit a *****

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 ****in driver's seat

We overdose this

High class wit one E-Class

Shorty came through

She iced out and dressed in blue

Said she move from Brooklyn

Reside in secion two

Know how we do out here ho

A two for square

Get high and disappear

Play the projects on super-low

Plus she feelin my style

Too Hot like Coolio

Plus her cooty though

Bangin just like the studio

From Iraq to Inglewood

It all good

From hood to hood

Regulate like a thug should

Yo we in too deep

Losin sleep and can't call it

The game is still fresh

Until the jake try to spoil it

Even people I was loyal wit

Give my life to

Be the first who turn around

And try to spike

Now they don't like you

Sendin ten dogs to bite you

I keep it real wit a *****

Keep it real wit me

I cut the hand off a ***** tryin

Steal from me

2-5 be that bomb-diggy

Bomb you see

Black juice in the

Yukon driver's seat

I keep it real wit a *****

Keep it real wit me

I cut the hand off a *****

Tryin steal from me

2-5 be that bomb-diggy

Bomb you see

Black juice in the Yukon