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Life of a dealer
Killah hills

on a stake-out so order the food to take out
Chaos outside of Sparks Steak
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's sour
Nigga missed a wedding, late a fucking hour
And his man who bought land from Starks
While he was bricklaying jobs in city parks
a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In the garment district, got it sewn like
Cause all that talk blasphemy kid after me
For the heist, in a Burlington factory
Fuck it, he state's on my nigga Castro this co-pilot
Who to drop like stacks of blow
On this remote area we Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from
Right off the docks, I got custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran
The nigga a neighborhood newsstand
A Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at to be a terrorist
He set bombs in of champagne
And when niggas popped the cork, niggas half they brains
this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent
They say his pirate limp him away
As the feds him, coming through U.S. Customs
Now look on the witness stand singing, a well known soprano
A hit from Sammy Gravano
the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blasting out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
Photographs of they wives taking
Along with briefcase filled with one five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines from they interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship 'em freight
Don't forget to launder the cream through Fargo
Reconstruct those processing plants for the of Costa Rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer and fifty immigrants with fake

of a drug dealer
Killah 10304

The saga