Miguel Sanchez Lyrics - More Fish - Ghostface Killah

Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear 

Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair 

Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze 

Turned around and saw a white man's face, covered in shades 

I must have passed out, can't remember **** before I blacked out 

Three more ****** approaching, holding they **** out 

One spoke, gave me the keys, to a boat 

Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope 

Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph 

Of a Colombian ***** with a long mustache 

Miguel Sanchez, keep a **** hidden in his pants leg 

With armed bodyguards, surveillance around his land spread 

He runs a billion dollar organization, under investigation 

Plus he's wanted by immigration 

Now I'm stuck, crazy look on my face, shocked in amazement 

How the **** I get involved with these federal agents 

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They knew my background 

Knew about what happened down in Sac Town 

They knew about the wrap down south, they laid they backs down 

Said I had two decisions, take out Miguel and his cartel 

Or spend the rest of my life in prison 

A classified mission on some James Bond **** 

007 style, love to get some straight convicts 

Now I'm pondering, my thoughts wandering, got my girl on the phone 

Told her to kiss little Jay 'cuz I'll be gone again 

Honey, I can't sleep, she sucking her teeth 

If everything go good, baby, I'll be home in a week 

Pinching myself just to see if I'm dreaming, call up my team and 

Meet me by the docks in Miami, I'll fly out this weekend 

I got you **** **** ****, pop two ****** 

That drug lord that we want, got a spot for ****** 

And if we kill 'em, it's back to the block, my ***** 

He carried *******, **** **** shots I figure 

Photos 

He only holla at the kid, when there's money involved 

They pack ********, ****** ****, ******* and all 

When me and Trife doing right together, got no choice 

But give us ten, like we selling white together 

Left side, **** ****, right, black ******* 

Taking trips over seas, flipping packs for better 

Every flight a hundred stacks and better, so grind hard 

Get ya money up, get on your grillies, don't mind odds 

**** a cop car, throw on some chumpers, and drop charge 

Hit the block hard, it's kinda hard being G O D 

If he owe Trife, he owe me 

Load up the **** *******, M I A, call that the jack town 

Tell ****** I'm on my way, coming back down 

Miguel, Mr. Sanchez, it's a wrap, now 

Theodore extorting your ****, handing out packs, now 

I used to listen to 50 and jam "Back Down" 

Now I slang fifty ****'* I'm at now 

Fifty a wop, purple top, *****, I'm back, clown 

Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge 

Channel seven news, older dude, murder *** found