Driver`s Seat lyrics

Artist  : Noreaga 
Song : 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 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 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 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

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 hoe, 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

[Iman T.H.U.G.] (Busta Rhymes)
I
keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit
me
(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
see
(WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver's
seat (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
me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see
(WHAT!)
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
(WHAT!)