Nas — Body In A Box

[Intro] So many niggas get fucked up in the game See, that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game" 'Cause it's not no fuckin' game [Verse 1] When you hear shells coming at ya Hot ones from a shotgun, I bet nigga runs faster Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster Think about that casket—you don't wanna be in that shit Quick to take consignment; you taking everybody's package Money over bitches was the law you practiced So you act as if money was no object Spendin' fazools, trips for your whole projects Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches, Rolies for your dogs Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches Every day I'm reminiscing, how he was living, having fun 'Cause any day coulda led to prison Not for a short bid, 'cause if the feds ever caught kid It'd be like 25 years conspiracy Another 25 for RICO, snatching up him and his people He had his jeep bulletproof, silencers on the Desert Eagle Flipping bricks in Gary, Indiana He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer Only trusted two things: his trigger and his hammer Used to be a bum 'til he had a six-month run Had a lawsuit, 30 G's, the case was won Met with Mexican Hoyé, cop boya Bought a barbershop, named it after seeing Sade That's where they found his body, in a barber chair face down Bullets in his chest, sliced apart from the waist down Planned to sell his shop, stick Hoyé for everything he got Take jewels and his pies Fill his shoes with cement and drop his body in the tides But Hoyé was wise Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive [Chorus] Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive [Verse 2] Cokehead Sandra, she grew in Gowanus Her man was large and Sandra was his baby mama Stayed in drama, fighting with hood rats that he was fucking No job all day, she did nothing They son was 7-years-old, she really was a wifey First should she would transport blow, overnight for a G He paid up front, they laid up once She got pregnant, she wouldn't dead it She had a boy, named her son Infinite after his father who did dirt She didn't know disaster would follow Capsules and bottles of crack in the back of his Mazda He let her drive while he drove the burgundy 5 He often talk about how he wants to murder these guys From off of Bergen Street, had mad work in the street Lifestyle, richest nigga, far from how he used to be Never thought he'd rock diamonds; never took weakness for kindness That's how he gradually grew Did a favor for a favor—now the nigga in with the crew And now he live major, house in Dix Hills next to Brooke Shields With the cook and the maid, shit was real Saved his first bills made in his bodega "Good luck, player" sign on the paper taped in the window Escaped from a would-be kidnap, and slept Thought niggas feared his rep 'til he got wet Woulda had the world in his hands, his girl did a scam The owner's rich, is boning niggas to get rid of her man Welcome to the game, baby [Chorus] Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive Always wanted fame, always wanted cash To live fast, get the girls with the biggest ass Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5 Now that I got it, the hardest thing to do is stay alive The hardest thing to do is stay alive The hardest thing to do is stay alive