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Driver's 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 thingYo, I man 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 shuffleEverything 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 backAnd 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 treasureRecognize it's I man T.H.U.G. wit' Noreaga

Recognize that 2-5 shine will last forever

Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers

Butter leathers, check it yo, yo, yoI 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 seatI 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 seatI 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 seatYo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick

Iraq embassy need a straitjacket

Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas will fear this

Turn my shit down every time they hear itP 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 Mos chinos and tuxedos

While all y'all niggas free load, reloadExplode 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 rawThe 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 pinkyListen 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 shitI 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 seatWe 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 section two

Know how we do out here hoe, a two for squareGet 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 shouldYo 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 youI keep it real wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me

(Yo, yo, we keep it real nigga)

I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me

(Cut ya hand off, fuck)

2-5 be that bomb diggy bomb you seeBlack juice in the Yukon driver's seat

(What, what)

(We keeps it real wit' niggas who keep it real wit' us)

I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me

(Fuck, cut ya hand off)

I cut the hand off a nigga tryin' steal from me2-5 be that bomb diggy bomb you see

(What)

Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat

(What)

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