Closer
(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I'm sayin so
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 i
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 shuffl
Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see tha
25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedbac
Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stac
We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old bac
And keep this world high, yearly raw suppl
These fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide insid
Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the ry
It's on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasur
Recognize it's Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreag
Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last foreve
Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leather
Butter leathers, check it yo yo y
Chorus 2
I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit m
I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from m
2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you se
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat
[Noreaga
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit m
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from m
CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you se
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin driver's sea
Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quic
Iraq embassy need a straitjacke
Yo let's rachateer this, while most niggas'll fear thi
Turn my shit down everytime they hear i
P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of m
Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of m
My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedo
While all y'all niggas free-load, reloa
Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Kha
Dusk till dawn Art of Wa
Still time to score, yo we kid we poly fo
Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick ra
The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pip
Kick doors in, snake four-fours i
Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV's inside Suburba
Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pink
Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chink
Network like the internet, wit Henny we
Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be nex
Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shi
I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit m
Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from m
CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you se
Now it's Nore now in the fuckin driver's sea
We overdose this, high class wit one E-Clas
Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blu
Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion tw
Know how we do out here hoe, a two for squar
Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-lo
Plus she feelin my style, Too Hot like Cooli
Plus her cooty though, bangin just like the studi
>From Iraq to Inglewood, it all goo
>From hood to hood, regulate like a thug shoul
Yo we in too deep, losin sleep and can't call i
The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil i
Even people I was loyal wit, give my life t
Be the first who turn around and try to spik
Now they don't like you, sendin ten dogs to bite yo
[Iman T.H.U.G.] (Busta Rhymes
I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit m
(We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from m
(CUT YA HAND OFF!! Fuck) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you se
(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 m
(Fuck, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from m
2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!
Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat (WHAT!)
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