Alex Lyrics - More Fish - 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 

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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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