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