Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Yea... that's right
Em
Hardy Boys shit... uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up,
Verse 2
Fm
Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece
In mouth he had like thirty
plus karats
Big ratchets,
Em
smoke ci gars like a Bogart classic
Told niggaz if he dies he want
a glass casket
D#m
Parents died when he was five years old
Made his way inside the US
with Columbian Gold
A fake name and a passport
Fm
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
Em
Had trays put in toilets and sinks
Loved to roller skate,
ninety nine did time up in Rahway
the thorough kings and soldiers
Never gave a fuck about
that MC beef in Queens
Fm
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,
Em
made a call in New York
Told his man Oc, God it's goin' down,
fly the whole team in for support
D#m
Remember that Ray shit that Jamie
Foxx played? That was my shit
I never got paid,
they got rich off a stolen script
Fm
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
Em
Real talk, stand up dude
Said how you like Jamie Foxx to replay
you? He said yea that's cool
D#m
But under one circumstance,
you think he can bow my walk, flip my talk and my hands?
Fm
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
Em
rolled down the window
Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts
Told them we got it in ten?,
yo Ray Ray signed it
D#m
Now we can move on and
shoot this live shit
With mad options,
Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it
Em
Fm
Or Mandalay and New Line cop it
Em
I go and get ten mil' and blow it on
Fm
the independent market
But anyway down in PF Chains,
I had a meeting with this rich investor
Em
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
D#m
So I test his mouth,
laid back then I put him on blast
Where exactly we gon' get this cash?
Fm
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
Em
Then out came the veggie rolls,
sesame chicken and mint tea
Rice wine had me wanting to pee
D#m
Said excuse me I'll be right back,
pardon me
Grabbed his glass and
he nodded to me
Fm
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
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