Alex (Stolen Script)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys shit, uh-huh Smoke a Winston to this shit, nigga Word up, 'bout to fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah, yo, yo [Verse] He got his stones from Greece In his mouth he had like thirty plus karats Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic Told niggas if he die, he want a glass casket Parents died when he was five years old Made his way inside the US with Colombian Gold A fake name in the passport Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin Niggas'll 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, '99 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 '98 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 "Yeah, that's cool, but Under one circumstance You think he can borrow 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, then rolled down the window Contact Stony Brook and Roberts Told them we got an intent letter, 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 P.F. Changs I had a meeting with this rich investor Said he'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 he gon' get this cash? I got a 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