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

(...the of shaolin)
Rza: yes the good life, you *clinks glass*
Gza: what the fuck is that, hell's
*ol dirty singing in the
[ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on one for mr. bobby steels]
Rza: over here, steels over here
Peace, starks what's going on
everything is lovely over here.
Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is it's at?
Rza: yeah the, the maximillion is sure
I'm over with noodles and I got lucky hands with me
Gza: you got soul, r&b, classics? all that right?
yeah... grey ghost right in front of me right now
Grey ghost standing here.
he has a briefcase; ohh, ok, ok I got you.
Aight thanks. clicks*
Ggh: steels.
huh?
Rza: mr. grey ghost, good to see you good to see you to see you.
a pleasure.
Rza: so is everything ok, is everything as we planned?
everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, dollars?
be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by the cops.
Rza: do we have the cash? we don't have to that, hey hey
Gza: get the outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
Rza: we got the cash we know cash rules everything around this
Umm, let me ask you...
Gza: the fuck here!
Ggh: do you have the full amount? twenty thousand as we upon?
Gza: fucking bastards.
let me ask you a question mr. grey ghost --
Do you know a a don
Ggh: I know no person.
don rodriguez from the bronx? don rodriguez?
Ggh: I know who you're talking about.
Rza: I you do know him cause your fuckin friend don
Is at one-twenty precinct right now singing
His fuckin ass like a bird.
Gza: life of a drug
Rza: the fuckin is comin
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 gone
Nigga mr. wedding, a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land tony starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in parks
He's a loan shark, raise a grand to a finger
In a that's stretched, got it sewn like singer
Cause all talk blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a burlington factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his
Who used to drive like of blow on this remote
Area, we label dead island
Two hundred miles south from
Right off the docks, I got the various made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, more powerful shit for my
my man muhammad from afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga runs a newsstand
A wild middle eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a a key
In his left leg, underwent surgery
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 baths
Along briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in
I they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream wells fargo
Reconstruct those plants for the call of costa rica
Four hundred barrels of
Two hundred of reefer
And fifty immigrants with fake

Life of a drug
Killah hills,
The saga