Body In The Trunk
N.O.R.E. Lyrics

Got out the mall yo
We left the mall, yo

This weeded cat rockin a fade
There was a guy who was high and had a fade haircut

In my face askin can he see the grenade
He came up to me asking if he could see the grenade I had

I woulda' let him see it
I might have shown it to him

The way he came across I said nah beat it
But the way he approached me, I told him to go away

Steph told me buck him
Steph advised me to confront him

When I reacted Will said chill fuck him
But when I got angry, Will told me to calm down and forget about him

Yo it's a small world ya know that we'll see him again
It's a small world, we'll probably see him again

He said fuck you
He insulted me and said 'fuck you'

I said what repeat it again
I told him to repeat what he said

Chill son you're weeded again
Relax, dude, you're high again

Slow down god you're speedin again
Calm down, man, you're acting too fast again

Face lookin like you're fiendin for hen
Your face looks like you're craving for Hennessey

Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here
Who is with you? Hide the gun, yo, bring your friend over here

You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again
If you have a gun, it implies that you're back to selling drugs

Hey yo fuck it yo, I bucked him son
You know what? I shot him, man

Cause he was on some stupid shit
Because he was acting foolish

Thinking he the real thing
Thinking he's the real deal

When he was just a duplicate
But he was just a copy

Saying that he hate our clique
Claiming that he hates our group

Hate our shit
Hates our music

Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique
Hates The Firm's album and the CNN crew

He said he hate you and wish you ain't have a six
He said he hates you and wishes you didn't have a luxury car

He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks
He had flashy jewelry, but it was fake

That's what he supposed to get
That's what he deserved

Nigga play you close he gets hit
If someone tries to harm you, they will be attacked

Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt
He will end up in a bad situation for disrespecting you

Fuck around though, probably with some old school shit
But if you mess around, you might bring back some old, violent methods

How bad you hit him up god?
How badly did you shoot him, man?

You he's ghost and shit?
Did you kill him? Is he dead now?

I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
I was wearing a hoodie from Queens with blood stains on my sleeve

Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave
I gave that guy one option he could either accept or decline

But it's a body in the trunk son it's getting scary
But there's a dead body in the car trunk and it's becoming frightening

What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?
What if the police stop us and smell the dead body?

Yo send it, go in the trunk light an incense
Yo, go into the trunk and light an incense

Spray the lysol all over the car
Spray a disinfectant all over the car

I know you wasn't dead then but you're hear now paul
I know you weren't dead before, but you're here now, Paul

Yo it happened like an hour or two
Yo, it happened about an hour or two ago

I showered wit boo
I took a shower with my girl

Wasted a little time
We spent some time together

Didn't want to disturb you
I didn't want to bother you

For some reason yo I couldn't sleep
I couldn't sleep for some reason, man

Yo slept with my heat
I slept with my gun

Yo you think you in some movie shit son?
Do you think this is a movie, man?

I think you're losing it
I think you're going crazy

Pop the trunk who's the kid?
Open the trunk, who is the guy?

You really had to buck him?
You really had to shoot him?

You couldn't just snuff him?
Couldn't you have just punched him?

Yo he had to lose his wig?
Did he really have to die?

Fuck you bring him here for?
Why did you bring him here?

What you think I could do?
What do you think I can do about it?

Somebody could've followed you
Someone could have followed you

Fuck it nigga I'll ride wit you
Fuck it, man, I'll go along with you

Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do
Real men will do what needs to be done

Slide in this wip and we out
Get in the car and let's go

Empty the clip in his mouth fuck it
Shoot him multiple times in the mouth, fuck it

That's how we move in this game
That's how we operate in this dangerous world

Rulin this game
Dominating this game

Niggas stayin true to this game
We're staying loyal to this lifestyle

I shot him in the parking lot
I shot him in the parking lot

Right in the mall
Right in the mall

If I would have left the body
If I had left the body

The police would have crawled
The police would have investigated

Yo I did that
Yeah, I did it

Chopped the body up
I dismembered the body

Fuck the chit chat
Forget the small talk

Kick back
Relax

I just lit up so here hit that
I just smoked weed, so take a hit

Pull over somewhere god
Stop the car somewhere, man

Where I could piss at
Where I can take a piss

Pop the trunk let a nigga see who it is
Open the trunk, let me see who it is

Not now son maintain and stick to the biz
Not now, son, stay focused and stick to the plan

Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit
You're keeping it a secret, let me know who we're transporting

A'ight son, calm down calm down
Alright, son, relax, relax

Chill (let me see the nigga)
Calm down (let me see the guy)

I'm a let you see the nigga man
I'll let you see the guy, man

Turn him around ya know what I'm sayin
Turn him around, you know what I mean

Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I know that guy

Word?
Really?

Nigga name known
That guy has a reputation

Just came home
He just got released from prison

Thought he cut his shit
Thought he got a fresh haircut

Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit
He had waves in his hair and kept it on some tough gangster shit

Yo son the way you're talking make it sound like y'all cool
Your way of speaking makes it sound like you're friends

Like you and this nigga used to go to school
Like you and this guy used to go to school together

Back in 204 son tell me its not
Back in the year 2004, son, tell me that it's not true

Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock
Yo, calm down, the way he had a tough and fearless demeanor

He was on top
He was at the peak of his power

Locked from the bottom to top
He had control from the bottom to the top

Now this nigga just layin in our trunk straight popped
Now this guy is dead, lying in our car trunk, shot

We need a spot where we can dump him
We need a place where we can dispose of him

Without no noise
Without attracting attention

My niggas ain't tryin to alert no boys
My friends and I don't want to attract the attention of the police

This ain't no game god
This is serious, man

Dump his body in the train yard
Let's dispose of his body in the train yard

Under the seven line
Underneath the subway line number seven

We couldn't have picked a better time
We couldn't have chosen a more opportune moment

The way he actin
The way he's behaving

He acting like he dead
He's acting as if he's dead

Yo it's a body in the trunk son
Yo, there's a dead body in the car trunk, man

So what's it gonna be
So, what are we going to do?

A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
A guy is dead because he came looking for me