Driver’s Seat Capone-N-Noreaga (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Imam T.H.U.G.)

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: Iman T.H.U.G.]
Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. somethin' stunnin', rappers get done in
I migrate—Queens, Jamaica, Brooklyn—gets sunnin'
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 grand stashed up in a G-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: Iman T.H.U.G.]
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