Ghostface k**ah - Alex (stolen Script) lyrics

Yea.....that's right Hardy Boys sh**...uh huh Smoke a Winston to this sh** n***a Word up bout to f**in' 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 cla**ic Told n***az if he dies he want a gla** casket Parents died when he was five years old Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold A fake name and a pa**port Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin n***az will body over her like f** 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 f** about that MC beef in Queens Alex, he was a rich n***a 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 sh** that Jamie Foxx played? That was my sh** 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 sh** 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 ill Gotti Gigante connect Wise guys that k** 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 gla** and he nodded to me Skated off to take a piss, the sh** felt like a nut Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all Ask the waiter where he go, the motherf**er spoke Spanish