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Killah Hills 10304 Lyrics

    [killah hills intro features rza, ol dirty bastard, and "grey ghost"]

    (...the skill of shaolin)
    Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
    Gza: what the fuck is that, hell's angels?
    *ol dirty singing in the background*
    [ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby steels]
    Rza: steels over here, steels over here
    Peace, starks what's going on baby?
    Yeah everything is lovely over here.
    Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
    Rza: yeah the, the maximillion is sure here
    I'm over here with noodles and i got lucky hands with me
    Gza: you got soul, r&b, classics? all that shit right?
    Rza: yeah... grey ghost right in front of me right now
    Grey ghost standing right here.
    Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, ok, ok i got you.
    Aight thanks. *phone clicks*
    Ggh: bobby steels.
    Gza: huh?
    Rza: mr. grey ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
    Ggh: a pleasure.
    Rza: so is everything ok, is everything working as we planned?
    Ggh: everything is working out, very nicely.
    Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
    Gza: be nice to have a little breeze.
    Breeze on by fuck the cops.
    Rza: do we have the cash? we don't have to talk that, hey hey
    Gza: get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
    Rza: we got the cash we know cash rules everything around this motherfucker
    Umm, let me ask you...
    Gza: the fuck outta here!
    Ggh: do you have the full amount? twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
    Gza: fucking hell's bastards.
    Rza: let me ask you a question mr. grey ghost --
    Do you know a a don rodriguez?
    Ggh: i know no such person.
    Rza: don rodriguez from the bronx? don rodriguez?
    Ggh: i don't know who you're talking about.
    Rza: i think you do know him cause your fuckin friend don
    Is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing
    His fuckin ass like a fuckin bird.
    Gza: life of a drug dealer
    Rza: the fuckin guys is comin
    Ggh: do you believe him?

    Killah hills 10304

    Restaurants on a stake-out
    So order the food to take out
    Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
    Maintain the power, i feel the deal's gone sour
    Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin half hour
    And his man who bought land from tony starks
    While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
    He's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
    In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like singer
    Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
    For the heist, in a burlington coat factory
    Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his copilot
    Who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
    Area, we label dead man's island
    Two hundred miles south from thailand
    Right off the docks, i got the various custom made yachts
    Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
    There's no need for us to spray up the scene
    I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
    Like my man muhammad from afghanistan
    Grew up in iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
    A wild middle eastern, bomb specialist
    Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
    He set bombs in bottles of champagne
    And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
    Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
    In his left leg, even underwent surgery
    They say his pirate limp gave him away
    As the feds rushed him, comin through u.s. customs
    Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
    A smash hit from sammy gravano
    Here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
    Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands
    The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
    Photographs of they wives takin baths
    Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
    Take it or commit suicide
    First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in syria
    I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
    I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
    Don't forget to launder the cream through wells fargo
    Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of costa rica
    Four hundred barrels of ether
    Two hundred pounds of reefer
    And fifty immigrants with fake visas

    Life of a drug dealer
    Killah hills, 10304
    The saga continues

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