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[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 yo I said nah, beat it
Steph told me buck him
When I reacted Will said chill f–k him
Yo it’ 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’e 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 n—a 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 s–t
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate
Saying that he hate our clique
Hate our s–t
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’ what he supposed to get
N—a 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 s–t
How bad you hit him up god?
You he ghost and s–t?

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo it’ a body in the trunk son
So what’ it gonna be
A n—a layin dead cause he came for me
Yo it’ a body in the trunk son
So what’ it gonna be
A n—a layin dead cause he came for me

[Verse 2]
[Noreaga]
I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
Gave that n—a one offer he could take or he leave
But it’ a body in the trunk son it’ 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 s–t son?
I think you’re losing it
Pop the trunk who’ 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 n—a I’l ride wit you
Some real n—as gonna do what we gotta do
Slide in this whip and we out
Empty the clip in his mouth f–k it
That’ how we move in this game
Rulin this game
N—as stayin true to this game

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo it’ a body in the trunk son
So what’ it gonna be
A n—a layin dead cause he came for me
Yo it’ a body in the trunk son
So what’ it gonna be
A n—a 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 son trunk let a n—a see who it is

[Noreaga]
Not now son maintain and stick to the biz

[Nas]
Yo you hidin it, let a n—a know what he ridin wit

[Noreaga]
A’ght son, calm down calm down
Chill (let me see the n—a)
I’ a let you see the n—a. I’ma let you see the n—a man
(Turn him around)
Turn him over ya know what I’ sayin
(Oh yeah, oh yeah I know that man)
Word?

[Nas]
N—a name known
Just came home
Thought he cut his s–t
Stairwaves on n—a kept it on some rugged s—t

[Noreaga]
Yo son the way you’re talking make it sound like y’all cool
Like you and this n—a used to go to school
Back in 204 son tell me it’s 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 n—a just layin our trunk straight popped
We need a spot where we can dump him
Without no noise
My n—as ain’ tryin to alert no boys

[Nas]
This ain’ no game god
Dump his body in the train yard
Under the seven line
We couldn’ have picked a better time

[Noreaga]
The way he actin
He acting like he dead

[Chorus]

[Noreaga]
Yo it’ a body in the trunk son
So what’ it gonna be
A n—a layin dead cause he came for me
Yo it’ a body in the trunk son
So what’ it gonna be
A n—a layin dead cause he came for me
Nore
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

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