(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 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 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 fuckin 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 a Send " Drivers Seat" Ringtone to your Cell