(Noreaga) It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell What the hell, you niggaz just shot at? Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols Now it's our turn, to play calypsos Yo, me and you, meet me by the two A war goin on, that's involvin the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas Different crews of different size try to player hate us Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God You and Maze got the info? Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo? A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey So when I get there God it's like more than likely There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?
Chorus: Maze
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong When the beef come niggaz storm on (repeat 2X)
(Noreaga) Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack The police don't really want us, they want the coke back It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat? The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ? We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui
Chorus
(Noreaga) Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll another Dutchie, calm down and stroll on foot, my whole click, got control of the whole output, now we roll Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'know Then he, turn around once he know you got dough It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men Every nigga he hate, was darker than him Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?
Verse 1 (Noreaga) Got out the mall yo This weeded cat rockin a fade In my face askin can he see the grenade I woulda' let him see it The way he came across I said nah, beat it Steph told me buck him When I reacted Will said chill f**k him Yo it's a small world ya know that we'll see him again He said f**k you I said what, repeat it again (Nas) Chill son you're weeded again Slow down god you're speedin again Face lookin like you're fiendin for hen Who that wit you, hide the gat yo nigga come here You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again (Noreaga) Hey yo f**k 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 (Nas) That's what he supposed to get Nigga play you close he gets hit Laying in dirt for something you say you get hurt F**k around though, probably with some old school shit How bad you hit him up god? You he's ghost and shit?
Chorus (Noreaga) Yo it's a body in the trunk son So what's it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Yo it's a body in the trunk son So what's it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 2 (Noreaga) I had the Queens hoodie on wit 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 send it, go in the trunk light an incense Spray the lysol all over the car I know you wasn't dead then but you're hear now paul Yo it happened like an hour or two I showered wit boo Wasted a little time Didn't want to disturb you (Nas) For some reason yo I couldn't sleep Yo slept with my heat Yo you think you in 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? F**k you bring him here for? What you think I could do? Somebody could've followed you F**k it nigga I'll ride wit you Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do Slide in this wip and we out Empty the clip in his mouth f**k it That's how we move in this game Rulin this game
Niggas stayin true to this game
Chorus (Noreaga) Yo it's a body in the trunk son So what's it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Yo it's a body in the trunk son So what's it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 3 (Noreaga) Yo son I shot him in the parking lot Right in the mall If I would have left the body The police would have crawled Yo I did that Chopped the body up F**k the chit chat (Nas) Kick back (Noreaga) I just lit up so here hit that Pull over somewhere god Where I could piss at (Nas) Pop the trunk let a nigga see who it is (Noreaga) Not now son maintain and stick to the biz (Nas) Yo you hidin it, let a nigga know what he ridin wit (Noreaga) A'ight son, calm down calm down Chill (let me see the nigga) I'm a let you see the nigga man (Turn him around) Turn him over ya know what I'm sayin (Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man) Word? (Nas) Nigga name known Just came home Thought he cut his shit Stiarwaves on nigga kept it on some rugged shit (Noreaga) 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 its not (Nas) Yo pop chill the way he had his soul on the rock He was on top (Noreaga) Locked from the bottom to top Now this nigga just layin 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 (Nas) 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 (Noreaga) The way he actin He acting like he dead
Chorus (Noreaga) Yo it's a body in the trunk son So what's it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me Yo it's a body in the trunk son So what's it gonna be A nigga layin dead cause he came for me
(Kid Capri) Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate From state to state, it's Noreaga the great I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice Yo Nore, tell the story!
(Noreaga) Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater Always come around and just roll reefer We used to tell her to stop, but she won't either Her nigga Que said he'd f**k her but he won't eat her Chicken I knew came through, and boned Peter Buckwheater got the word ya heard? I don't know how Whoever went and told gotta be so foul So much, playa hatin gotta change the style Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle Buckwheater called me up on the phone Said she ain't really mad cause she f**ked 'Pone Now she on some other shit, wanna bone Tone Player like E.T. wanna phone home Crazily I zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown What?
(Kid Capri) Where the party at? C'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Everybody c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Everybody c'mon, now where the party at? Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon!
(Noreaga) Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how I'll break you off N.O.R.E., so f**k y'all competitors Either you a live chick, or a regular whore Yo I knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit I used to lie to her, tell her that I'd buy her shit Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip Yo I went to the crib, to put it on Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it I found it real foul, like she demoted One thing she could do though, is deep throat it But I kept it real, bitch still ain't got a record deal Mention my name, keep it simple and plain She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain
What?
(Kid Capri) Now where the party at? C'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at? Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at? What what c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Everybody c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon!
(Noreaga) Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy Aiyyo this one's for y'all, I make one for y'all Dedicated, hatin me, gang related Either I turned you off, asked you to suck my dick or I felt your tits and came off too quick Tried to f**k on the first night, called you a bitch And I'm a thug nigga, so I don't bite my tongue And I ain't choosy, yo I take a bitch how she come You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill Actin like they really real cause they f**kin squeal Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille Chicken add me to the list, so what's the deal? Want a nigga waitin long, I'm off later She be callin me up, askin 'Noreaga?' Yo whattup, f**k the talkin let's just f**k "Yo I like the song where you say what-what" Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt What?
(Kid Capri) Now where the party at? C'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at? Move it! Move it! Now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Yo Noreaga! Yo where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Keep it movin, uh uh uhh Uh, uh uh uhh uh Keep it movin, uh uh uhh Uh, uh uh uhh uh Keep it movin, now where the party at? Uh, uh, now where the party it? Keep it movin, uh, where the party at? Yeah yeah, now where the party at? Word up, one time Noreaga Forever baby
Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit now that I got shit Niggas wanna keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown R Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters Shop lifters with Benini schemes Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist But yo throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin thug money Cop so much huh they say I love money carats like bugs bunny So lets slide you got the right thong Dju don't know I'm all night long The DJ playing all the right songs To the BM REM's are Muy bien It's R Kelly killer Cam Baby girl can you dig now Next time we see him yo we laying Mr Biggs down To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Yo I used to be in Chitown and collect panties When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's Thugged out yo all my people givin eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute when they can't stand me R Kelly yo I'm right from the belly you know the soul Everything that we spit on is platinum gold But now it's for the love for all the players and the thugs Yo it's a party goin on meet me right at the club We got some chickens in the living room getting it on And they ain't leaving till six in the morning Thugged out my people gettin head while we on and Tear the club up every time we performin Gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Because this shorty right here lookin good in my face Ay yo it's so deep I told shorty just last week Uh huh it's like you remind me of my jeep To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Only ballers be allowed up in here Money makers got my thug niggas watchin my rear for player haters Eighteen and I'm livin a dream go figure How a nigga that's younger than you ice bigger Don't sweat that stick to rap nigga try that Call my nigga R Kell if you need a hit black And when you get it make it known baby who did it It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it Now here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas Left out the club with her friend now she jealous Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep sleep sleep I'm inna Benz going beep beep beep Got your girl sayin' Yo who he So let's ride to Rockland's party uh huh Check Ghetto pro federal Jay Z shake the dice let em go Bet a load I tear down every show Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row Says R Jay y'all all I need is four bars I'm hotter than a lotta men Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color then hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind Every time you ought to rewind find there's more to find Now pop that cork then pour the wine Represent New York to Chitown like what Floss mine like of course my what Never cross my family can we all get along Hell no I'm tryin to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz Not your baby daddy but Jay Z true that is Better school that kid on who's shoes that is Or who I be nigga V I P Jigga To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride we ride From Chitown to LA To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night Taking first class flights we ride we ride From Chitown to LA Let's get together and make this make this loot Trackmasters Rockland Make this loot Untertainment Come on players Thugged out Come on players And we out like that Rock a fella ya'll
