Body In The Trunk - Noreaga, Nas

Got out the mall, yo

This weak cat rockin a fade

In my face askin could he see the grenade

I woulda let him see it

The way he came across, yo, I said 'Nah, beat it'

Steph told me buck him

When I reacted Will said 'Chill, fuck him'

Yo, it’s a small world, you know that we’ll see him again

He said 'Fuck you!'

I said, What?

Repeat it again'

Chill son, you’re weeded again

Slow down, god, you’re speedin' again

Face lookin' like you’re fiendin' for Henn

Who that wit you?

Hide the gat;

nigga, come in

You got a pistol?

It must mean you slingin' again

Ayo, fuck it, yo, I bucked him, son

'Cause he was on some stupid shit

Thinking he the real thing when he was just a duplicate

Saying that he hate our clique, hate our shit

Hate The Firm album and the CNN clique

He said he hate you and wish you ain’t have a six

He had coliseum jewelry, no tito tricks

That’s what he supposed to get

Nigga play you close he get hit

Laying in dirt, something you say, you get hurt

Fuck around though, probably with some old school shit

How bad you hit him up, god?

Yo, he ghost and shit?

Yo, it’s a body in the trunk, son

So what’s it gon' be?

A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

Yo, it’s a body in the trunk son

So what’s it gon' be?

A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

I had the Queens hoodie on with the blood on my sleeve

Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave

But it’s a body in the trunk, son, it’s getting scary

What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?

Yo, extend it, go in the trunk, light an incense

Spray the Lysol all over the car

I know you wasn’t there then but you’re here now, pa

Yo, it happened like an hour or two

I showered wit boo

Wasted a little time, didn’t want to disturb you

For some reason, yo, I couldn’t sleep, slept with my heat

Yo, you think you on some movie shit, son?

I think you’re losing it

Pop the trunk, who’s the kid?

You really had to buck him?

You couldn’t just snuff him?

Yo, he had to lose his wig?

Fuck you bring him here for?

What you think I could do?

Somebody could’ve followed you

Fuck it nigga, I’ll ride wit you

Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do

Slide in this whip and we out

Empty the clip in his mouth, fuck it

That’s how we move in this game

Ruling this game

Niggas stayin' true to this game

Yo, it’s a body in the trunk, son

So what’s it gon' be?

A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

Yo, it’s a body in the trunk son

So what’s it gon' be?

A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

Yo son, I shot him in the parking lot, right in the mall

If I would have left the body, the police woulda crawled

Yo, I did that, chopped the body up, fuck the chit chat

Kick back

I just lit up, so here, hit that

Pull over somewhere, god, where I could piss at

Pop the trunk, son, let a nigga see who it is

Not now, son, maintain, let’s stick to the biz

Yo, you hidin' it, let a nigga know what he ridin' wit

A’ight son, calm down, calm down, chill

(Let me see the nigga)

I’ma let you see the nigga, man

(Turn him around)

Turn him over, turn him over, ya know what I’m sayin'

(Oh yeah, yeah, I know that man)

Word?

(I know that man, yeah)

Nigga name known, just came home, thought he cut his shit

Still waves on, nigga kept it on some rugged shit

Yo son, the way you’re talking make it sound like y’all cool

Like you and this nigga used to go to school

Back in 204, son, tell me it’s not…

Yo pop, chill, the way he had it sold on the rock

He was on top

Locked from the bottom to top

Now this nigga just layin' in our trunk straight popped

We need a spot where we can dump him without no noise

My niggas ain’t tryin' to alert no boys

This ain’t no game, god

Dump his body in the train yard

Under the seven line, we couldn’t have picked a better time

The way he actin', actin' like he deading mine

It’s a body in the trunk, son

So what’s it gon' be?

A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me

Yo, it’s a body in the trunk, son

So what’s it gon' be?

A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me