Ghostface Killah Alex (Stolen Script) Lyrics
            Yea.....that's right
            Hardy Boys s___...uh huh
            Smoke a Winston to this s___ n____
            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 classic
            Told n____z if he dies he want a glass casket
            Parents died when he was five years old
            Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold
            A fake name and a passport
            Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin
            n____z 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____
            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 s___ that Jamie Foxx played? That was my s___
            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 s___
            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 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 p___, the s___ felt like a nut
            Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all
            Ask the waiter where he go, the m_________er spoke Spanish
        
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