Alex (Stolen Script)

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 I'll 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