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

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

Killah 10304

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

Life of a dealer
Killah hills,
The saga