Ghostface Killah - Alex (Stolen Script) lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Alex Stolen Script lyrics]
Yeah that's right hardy Boys shit uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit, nigga
Word up, 'bout to fuckin' throw ya head up
Yeah
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 niggas if he die, he want a glass casket
Parents died when he was five years old
Made his way inside the
US with Colombian Gold
A fake name in the passport
Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing
Light skin
Niggas 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
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 fuck about that
MC beef in Queens 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
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 shit that Jamie Foxx
Played? That was my shit 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 an intent letter
Yo Ray Ray signed it
Now we can move on and shoot this live shit
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 Changs
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 got a 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 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
Smoke a Winston to this shit, nigga
Word up, 'bout to fuckin' throw ya head up
Yeah
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 niggas if he die, he want a glass casket
Parents died when he was five years old
Made his way inside the
US with Colombian Gold
A fake name in the passport
Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing
Light skin
Niggas 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
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 fuck about that
MC beef in Queens 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
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 shit that Jamie Foxx
Played? That was my shit 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 an intent letter
Yo Ray Ray signed it
Now we can move on and shoot this live shit
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 Changs
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 got a 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 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