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