Drivers Seat Lyrics

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) 



[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