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      Yo, I man 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 I man T.H.U.G. wit' Noreaga   Recognize that 2-5 shine will last forever   Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers   Butter leathers, check it yo, yo, yo      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      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      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 will fear this   Turn my shit down every time 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 Mos chinos 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 section 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      I keep it real wit' a nigga, keep it real wit' me   (Yo, yo, 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      Black juice in the Yukon driver's seat   (What, 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)