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

(...the of shaolin)
Rza: yes the life, you know *clinks glass*
Gza: what the is that, hell's angels?
*ol dirty singing in the
[ahh mr. bobby steels, tony on line one for mr. bobby steels]
Rza: over here, steels over here
Peace, starks going on baby?
Yeah everything is over here.
Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is it's at?
Rza: yeah the, the is sure here
I'm over here with noodles and I got lucky hands me
Gza: you got soul, r&b, classics? all that shit
Rza: yeah... grey ghost in front of me right now
ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a 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 everything working as we
Ggh: everything is working out, nicely.
Do you have the cash, dollars?
Gza: be to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by the cops.
Rza: do we have the cash? we don't to talk that, hey hey
Gza: get the fuck outta here with that angels bullshit!
Rza: we got the we know cash rules everything around this motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
the fuck outta here!
Ggh: do you the full amount? twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
Gza: fucking bastards.
Rza: let me ask you a question mr. ghost --
Do you know a a don
Ggh: I know no person.
Rza: don from the bronx? 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: life of a drug
Rza: the fuckin guys is
do you believe him?

Killah hills

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

Life of a dealer
Killah hills,
The saga