Capone-N-Noreaga, Busta Rhymes, Imam T.H.U.G. - Driver's Seat lyrics

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 THUG somethin' stunnin'
Rappers get done in
I migrate Queens, Jamaica
Brooklyn gets sunnin' 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 grand stashed up in a G-stack
We fo' black, want more trip
We get that old back
And keep this world high, yearly raw supply
These fuckin' 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 THUG 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 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

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

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 fuckin' driver's seat yo' I shoot rapid
Burn weed inside a backwood
Iraq embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's racketeer 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 and tuxedos
While all y'all niggas 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 bitches that
Suck dick 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 shit 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 shit

I keep it real wit' a nigga
Keep it real wit' me i cut the hand off a
Nigga tryin' steal from me
CNN be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see
Black juice in the Yukon 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 you
Now they don't like you
Sendin' ten dogs to bite you

I keep it real wit' a nigga
Keep it real wit' me (Keep it real, nigga)
I cut the hand off a
Nigga tryin' steal from me (Cut ya hand off)
2-5 be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see (What?)
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(What?, Get some real with niggas
Keep it real with us)
I keep it real wit' a nigga
Keep it real wit' me (Fuck)
I cut the hand off a
Nigga tryin' steal from me (Cut ya hand off)
2-5 be that bomb-diggy-bomb, you see (What?)
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(What?)