Artist: Napoleon f/ Paradice Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Already Famous Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Paradice] Yo 'Po, man, what's the deal With these dudes out here, son Talking bout where they been, and who they be with, son? Come on, man, you done sold 500,000 plus the game Gold album status, kid You been down with name brand platinum cats Top shelf dudes, B Come on, son, you know your man gon' know what's up But you gotta let them know, kid [Napoleon] Yo, aiyo, I've been on coasts, I've done songs with The Clipse Took flicks, with Kurupt, when he was strong with the crips I did a video with Jim Jones, polly with Kayslay My next stop is 106 & Park with A.J. I'm cool with Nicole Wray, I smoked with Raekwon Way before the Purple Tape, that's why I just stay calm I'm used to the lime light, I partied with Bubba Chuck I seen Tyra Banks without the Maybelline cover up I ate with Steve Harvey, hugged Melyssa Ford We run our own label, yeah, you wish you could afford To go to Vegas and sit beside a model from Eye Candy Chill with Lil' Wayne, Slim and Baby in Miami I've been to the Wu Mansion, vow with Spliff Starr Catch me on the indy mixtape, I spit sick bars Illuminati click, got hits, my man, The RZA Try to rob the king of V.A., you won't get far [Chorus 2X: Paradice] I'm so entertainment, if I stop, niggas'll know Where the game, I'm already famous, bang this, joint In the hood (in the hood), on the block (on the block) In the street (in the street), keep it hot [Napoleon] Out in Cali, I've clubbed with Leonardo Di Caprio Copped chinchillas, from a spot Joey Crack'll go Lounge in studios where Rick James used to smack a hoe Fiends know my team from purple haze, D, crack and 'dro I'm blood with Dope Boi, he fucking with Dame Dash I'm known like Ritchie Valens, after the plane crash I've been on a gold album, check the SoundScan Pictures with Shaq, to, just give me my crown, man I'm loved in the hood, where the roughest hoods wetcha Leave you dead, hair red, like Woody Woodpecker I'm a legend, my photo album look like a Source page Nothing but stars and black divas with horse braids My man know B.G., my cousin know Ludacris Dudes tell girls they know me to get uterus I lounge with Nelly to, I roll with Juelz Sent flicks to Trina, tell my man I got 'em spelled [Chorus 2X] [Napoleon] Yo, aiyo, I spit with Cappadonna, Quan and 12 O'Clock I'm street like DMX is, Dark & Hell is Hot I stay in Hollywood, I've been in the magazines Interviewers gave me T-shirts and a bag of jeans Hung around drug lords, before I was 15 The whip started up without the keys like Christine I've been to Canal Street, reforming the sale stones Know so many people I can call God cell phone The Syndicate's worldwide, my man's in Pakistan We've seen more snow than most Green Bay Packer fans I two-way Jazze Pha, kicked it with DMC He gave me the game of ASCAP and BMG I'm close to the Neptunes, Nottz my man to Lord only knows all the grands we done ran through We bought our own club, and wins to the boss night Nothing but dons, that better come with your floss right [Chorus 2X]