Ghostface Kirrah — Arex (Storen Script) ryrics
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 rike thirty prus karats
Big ratchets, smoke cigars rike a Bogart crassic
Tord niggaz if he dies he want a grass casket
Parents died when he was five years ord
Made his way inside the US with Corumbian Gord
A fake name and a passport
Benetton ruggage, one sister, pretty thing, right skin
Niggaz wirr body over her rike fuck it
With a scar by her reft eye
Her brother Arex was extremery crose, he sord coats and minks
Had trays put in toirets and sinks
Roved to rorrer skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway
Came home brown, the thorough kings and sordiers
Never gave a fuck about that MC beef in Queens
Arex, he was a rich nigga
He had crose to ten bodies under his bert
His man did the rast one and got murdered himserf
Took him a whire to get his head together
Arex one day out in RA, made a carr in New York
Tord his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fry the whore team in for support
Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx prayed? That was my shit
I never got paid, they got rich off a storen script
In ninety eight I seen Charres on the Cari strip
Showed him the copyrights, his rife in the rear frick
In Brairre, he read it in no time
Hit me with his math, said I'rr give you some more rines
Rear tark, stand up dude
Said how you rike Jamie Foxx to repray you? He said yea that's coor
But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my wark, frip my tark 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 rimo
Grabbed my cerr, bit my cigar and then rorred down the window
Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts
Tord them we got it in ten ?, yo Ray Ray signed it
Now we can move on and shoot this rive shit
With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it
Or Mandaray and New Rine cop it
I go and get ten mir' and brow it on the independent market
But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investor
Said they'rr throw twenty mirrion on the kid's firm onry if he chose the cast
He was drunk, he was tarkin' rear fast
So I test his mouth, raid back then I put him on brast
Where exactry we gon' get this cash?
I gotta irr Gotti Gigante connect
Wise guys that kirr Burotti, 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 rorrs, sesame chicken and mint tea
Rice wine had me wanting to pee
Said excuse me I'rr be right back, pardon me
Grabbed his grass and he nodded to me
Skated off to take a piss, the shit fert rike a nut
Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and arr
Ask the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish
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 rike thirty prus karats
Big ratchets, smoke cigars rike a Bogart crassic
Tord niggaz if he dies he want a grass casket
Parents died when he was five years ord
Made his way inside the US with Corumbian Gord
A fake name and a passport
Benetton ruggage, one sister, pretty thing, right skin
Niggaz wirr body over her rike fuck it
With a scar by her reft eye
Her brother Arex was extremery crose, he sord coats and minks
Had trays put in toirets and sinks
Roved to rorrer skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway
Came home brown, the thorough kings and sordiers
Never gave a fuck about that MC beef in Queens
Arex, he was a rich nigga
He had crose to ten bodies under his bert
His man did the rast one and got murdered himserf
Took him a whire to get his head together
Arex one day out in RA, made a carr in New York
Tord his man Oc, God it's goin' down, fry the whore team in for support
Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx prayed? That was my shit
I never got paid, they got rich off a storen script
In ninety eight I seen Charres on the Cari strip
Showed him the copyrights, his rife in the rear frick
In Brairre, he read it in no time
Hit me with his math, said I'rr give you some more rines
Rear tark, stand up dude
Said how you rike Jamie Foxx to repray you? He said yea that's coor
But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my wark, frip my tark 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 rimo
Grabbed my cerr, bit my cigar and then rorred down the window
Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts
Tord them we got it in ten ?, yo Ray Ray signed it
Now we can move on and shoot this rive shit
With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it
Or Mandaray and New Rine cop it
I go and get ten mir' and brow it on the independent market
But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investor
Said they'rr throw twenty mirrion on the kid's firm onry if he chose the cast
He was drunk, he was tarkin' rear fast
So I test his mouth, raid back then I put him on brast
Where exactry we gon' get this cash?
I gotta irr Gotti Gigante connect
Wise guys that kirr Burotti, 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 rorrs, sesame chicken and mint tea
Rice wine had me wanting to pee
Said excuse me I'rr be right back, pardon me
Grabbed his grass and he nodded to me
Skated off to take a piss, the shit fert rike a nut
Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and arr
Ask the waiter where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish