Driver’s Seat – Capone & Noreaga – letras

(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I’m sayin sonAin’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 inI migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunningAll 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 that25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedbackWho need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stackWe fo’ black, want more trip, we get that old backAnd keep this world high, yearly raw supplyThese fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide insideAny bottle-tip high smokin lah in the ryeIt’s on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasureRecognize it’s Iman T.H.U.G. wit NoreagaRecognize that 2-5 shine’ll last foreverEmbedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathersButter leathers, check it yo yo yoChorus 2xI keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit meI cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you seeBlack juice in the Yukon driver’s seat[Noreaga]I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit meCut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from meCNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you seeNow it’s Nore now in the fuckin driver’s seatYo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quickIraq embassy need a straitjacketYo let’s rachateer this, while most niggas’ll fear thisTurn my shit down everytime they hear itP-H-D me, rapidly right in back of meTackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of meMy faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedosWhile all y’all niggas free-load, reloadExplode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis KhanDusk till dawn Art of WarStill time to score, yo we kid we poly forYo Victoria’s Secret bitches that suck dick rawThe freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipeKick doors in, snake four-fours inYo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV’s inside SuburbanIraq dishieke, diamond cut pinkyListen to Trag shit wit Noyd and ChinkyNetwork like the internet, wit Henny wetNine-oh be my set, so whatever be nextNashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shitI keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit meCut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from meCNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you seeNow it’s Nore now in the fuckin driver’s seatWe overdose this, high class wit one E-ClassShorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blueSaid she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion twoKnow how we do out here hoe, a two for squareGet high, and disappear play the projects on super-lowPlus she feelin my style, Too Hot like CoolioPlus 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 itThe game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil itEven people I was loyal wit, give my life toBe the first who turn around and try to spikeNow 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 me2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!)