paroles de chanson Alex (Stolen Script) (Edited)) - Ghostface Killah
Yea...
that's
right
Hardy
Boys
shit...
uh
huh
Smoke
a
Winston
to
this
shit
nigga
Word
up
bout
to
fuckin'
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
niggaz
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
Niggaz
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
it
in
ten?,
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
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
I'll
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
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