Lirik Lagu Alex (Stolen Script) - Ghostface Killah
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Yea.....that's rightHardy Boys shit...uh huhSmoke a Winston to this shit niggaWord up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his stones from GreeceIn mouth he had like thirty plus karatsBig ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classicTold niggaz if he dies he want a glass casketParents died when he was five years oldMade his way inside the US with Columbian GoldA fake name and a passportBenetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skinNiggaz will body over her like fuck itWith a scar by her left eyeHer brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minksHad trays put in toilets and sinksLoved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in RahwayCame home blown, the thorough kings and soldiersNever gave a fuck about that MC beef in QueensAlex, he was a rich niggaHe had close to ten bodies under his beltHis man did the last one and got murdered himselfTook him a while to get his head togetherAlex one day out in LA, made a call in New YorkTold his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for supportRemember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my shitI never got paid, they got rich off a stolen scriptIn ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali stripShowed him the copyrights, his life in the real flickIn Braille, he read it in no timeHit me with his math, said I'll give you some more linesReal talk, stand up dudeSaid how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you? He said yea that's coolBut 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 hotShook his hand then I bounced in the limoGrabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the windowContacted Stony Brook and RobertsTold them we got it in ten ?, yo Ray Ray signed itNow we can move on and shoot this live shitWith mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop itOr Mandalay and New Line cop itI go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent marketBut anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investorSaid they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film only if he chose the castHe was drunk, he was talkin' real fastSo I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blastWhere exactly we gon' get this cash?I gotta ill Gotti Gigante connectWise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respectThe waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he orderedI said thanks as he poured my waterThen out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint teaRice wine had me wanting to peeSaid excuse me I'll be right back, pardon meGrabbed his glass and he nodded to meSkated off to take a piss, the shit felt like a nutGot back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and allAsk the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish
Yo, yo he got his stones from GreeceIn mouth he had like thirty plus karatsBig ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classicTold niggaz if he dies he want a glass casketParents died when he was five years oldMade his way inside the US with Columbian GoldA fake name and a passportBenetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skinNiggaz will body over her like fuck itWith a scar by her left eyeHer brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minksHad trays put in toilets and sinksLoved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in RahwayCame home blown, the thorough kings and soldiersNever gave a fuck about that MC beef in QueensAlex, he was a rich niggaHe had close to ten bodies under his beltHis man did the last one and got murdered himselfTook him a while to get his head togetherAlex one day out in LA, made a call in New YorkTold his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for supportRemember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my shitI never got paid, they got rich off a stolen scriptIn ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali stripShowed him the copyrights, his life in the real flickIn Braille, he read it in no timeHit me with his math, said I'll give you some more linesReal talk, stand up dudeSaid how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you? He said yea that's coolBut 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 hotShook his hand then I bounced in the limoGrabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the windowContacted Stony Brook and RobertsTold them we got it in ten ?, yo Ray Ray signed itNow we can move on and shoot this live shitWith mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop itOr Mandalay and New Line cop itI go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent marketBut anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investorSaid they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film only if he chose the castHe was drunk, he was talkin' real fastSo I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blastWhere exactly we gon' get this cash?I gotta ill Gotti Gigante connectWise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respectThe waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he orderedI said thanks as he poured my waterThen out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint teaRice wine had me wanting to peeSaid excuse me I'll be right back, pardon meGrabbed his glass and he nodded to meSkated off to take a piss, the shit felt like a nutGot back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and allAsk the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish
