Yea     that's right
Hardy Boys shit   uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to f**kin' 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 f**k 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 f**k 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

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 motherf**ker spoke Spanish