The War Report

(Killer B, yeah, rest in peace, I`m sayin son<br>Ain`t no room in this game for everybody, you know?<br>But uh, we gon` do our thing baby, we gon` do our thing)<br><br>[Iman T.H.U.G.]<br>Yo, Iman T.H.U.G. something stunnin, rappers get done in<br>I migrate, Queens Jamaica, Brooklyn gets sunning<br>All feelings though, we all grow wit this ?buckle?<br>I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle<br>Everything revolves around me, I couldn`t see that<br>25 to Life and hip-hop, you got the feedback<br>Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack<br>We fo` black, want more trip, we get that old back<br>And keep this world high, yearly raw supply<br>These fuckin tracks have a nigga feelin wide inside<br>Any bottle-tip high smokin lah in the rye<br>It`s on you, if you wanna take heed the hidden treasure<br>Recognize it`s Iman T.H.U.G. wit Noreaga<br>Recognize that 2-5 shine`ll last forever<br>Embedded in your mind like the seams in butter leathers<br>Butter leathers, check it yo yo yo<br><br>Chorus 2x<br>I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me<br>I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me<br>2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see<br>Black juice in the Yukon driver`s seat <br><br>[Noreaga]<br>I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me<br>Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me<br>CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see<br>Now it`s Nore now in the fuckin driver`s seat<br>Yo I shot rapid, burn weed inside a back quick<br>Iraq embassy need a straitjacket<br>Yo let`s rachateer this, while most niggas`ll fear this<br>Turn my shit down everytime they hear it<br>P-H-D me, rapidly right in back of me<br>Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me<br>My faculty, blow holes in your Moschinos and tuxedos<br>While all y`all niggas free-load, reload<br>Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan<br>Dusk till dawn Art of War<br>Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for<br>Yo Victoria`s Secret bitches that suck dick raw<br>The freak, Rick James type, I got the long pipe<br>Kick doors in, snake four-fours in<br>Yo escape the Nor-van, swervin, TV`s inside Suburban<br>Iraq dishieke, diamond cut pinky<br>Listen to Trag shit wit Noyd and Chinky<br>Network like the internet, wit Henny wet<br>Nine-oh be my set, so whatever be next<br>Nashiem, he laced this beat on some east coast shit<br><br>I keep it real wit a bitch that keep it real wit me<br>Cut the hand off a chicken tryin steal from me<br>CNN be that bomb-diggy bomb you see<br>Now it`s Nore now in the fuckin driver`s seat<br><br>We overdose this, high class wit one E-Class<br>Shorty came through, she iced out and dressed in blue<br>Said she move from Brooklyn, reside in secion two<br>Know how we do out here hoe, a two for square<br>Get high, and disappear play the projects on super-low<br>Plus she feelin my style, Too Hot like Coolio<br>Plus her cooty though, bangin just like the studio<br>>From Iraq to Inglewood, it all good<br>>From hood to hood, regulate like a thug should<br>Yo we in too deep, losin sleep and can`t call it<br>The game is still fresh until the jake try to spoil it<br>Even people I was loyal wit, give my life to<br>Be the first who turn around and try to spike<br>Now they don`t like you, sendin ten dogs to bite you<br><br>[Iman T.H.U.G.] (Busta Rhymes)<br>I keep it real wit a nigga (yo yo) keep it real wit me<br>(We keep it real nigga) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me<br>(CUT YA HAND OFF!! Fuck) 2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see<br>(WHAT!) Black juice in the Yukon driver`s seat (WHAT)<br>(We keeps it real wit niggas who keep it real wit us) <br>I keep it real wit a nigga keep it real wit me<br>(Fuck, CUT YA HAND OFF) I cut the hand off a nigga tryin steal from me<br>2-5 be that bomb-diggy bomb you see (WHAT!)<br>Black juice in the Yukon driver`s seat (WHAT!)