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Life of a drug
Killah hills

Restaurant's on a so order the food to take out
outside of Sparks Steak House
Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour
missed a wedding, late a fucking half hour
And his man who bought land Tony Starks
While he was contracting bricklaying jobs in parks
a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In the district, got it sewn like Singers
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a coat factory
Fuck it, he turned on my nigga Castro this co-pilot
Who used to drop like of blow
On this remote area we Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles from Thailand
off the docks, I got luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggas hit with fatal
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, powerful shit for my team
Like my man from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran
The nigga runs a neighborhood
A Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at eleven to be a
He set bombs in of champagne
And when popped the cork, niggas lost half they brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him
As the rushed him, coming through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singing, a well soprano
A smash hit Sammy Gravano
Here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred
Half at the game blasting niggas out the stands
The hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they taking baths
with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I they small intestines ripped from they interior
I got a price for those jewels, 'em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells
Reconstruct those processing for the call of Costa Rica
Four barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer and fifty immigrants with Visas

of a drug dealer
Killah 10304

The saga