Yea.....that's right

Hardy Boys shit...uh huh

Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga

Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea



Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece

In mouth he had like thirty plus karats

Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic

Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket

Parents died when he was five years old

Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold

A fake name and a passport

Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin

Niggaz will body over her like fuck it

With a scar by her left eye

Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks

Had trays put in toilets and sinks

Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway

Came home blown, the thorough kings and soldiers

Never gave a fuck about that MC beef in Queens

Alex, he was a rich nigga

He had close to ten bodies under his belt

His man did the last one and got murdered himself

Took him a while to get his head together

Alex one day out in LA, made a call in New York

Told his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for support

Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my shit

I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script

In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip

Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick

In Braille, he read it in no time

Hit me with his math, said I'll give you some more lines

Real talk, stand up dude

Said how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you? He said yea that's cool

But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk, flip my talk and my hands?

I said sure why not, he can imitate anything trust me this young boy hot

Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo

Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window

Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts

Told them we got it in ten ?, yo Ray Ray signed it

Now we can move on and shoot this live shit

With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it

Or Mandalay and New Line cop it

I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent market

But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investor

Said they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film only if he chose the cast

He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast

So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast

Where exactly we gon' get this cash?

I gotta ill Gotti Gigante connect

Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect

The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he ordered

I said thanks as he poured my water

Then out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea

Rice wine had me wanting to pee

Said excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me

Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me

Skated off to take a piss, the shit felt like a nut

Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all

Ask the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish