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

(...the of shaolin)
Rza: yes the good life, you know *clinks
Gza: what the is that, hell's angels?
*ol dirty singing in the
mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby steels]
Rza: steels over here, over here
Peace, starks what's going on
everything is lovely over here.
Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where 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 shit right?
Rza: yeah... grey ghost right in of me right now
ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a ohh, ok, ok I got you.
thanks. *phone clicks*
Ggh: steels.
huh?
Rza: mr. grey ghost, good to see you to see you good to see you.
a pleasure.
Rza: so is ok, is everything working as we planned?
Ggh: everything is out, very nicely.
Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
Gza: be nice to have a 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 hell's bullshit!
Rza: we got the cash we know cash rules everything around this
Umm, let me ask you...
Gza: the outta here!
do you have the full amount? twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
Gza: fucking bastards.
Rza: let me ask you a question mr. ghost --
Do you a a don rodriguez?
Ggh: I know no person.
don rodriguez from the bronx? don rodriguez?
Ggh: I don't know who you're about.
Rza: I think you do know him cause your friend don
Is down at one-twenty right now singing
His ass like a fuckin bird.
Gza: life of a drug
the fuckin guys is comin
Ggh: do you believe

Killah hills

Restaurants on a
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a spark
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's sour
mr. wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who land from tony starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in parks
a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment stretched, got it sewn like singer
Cause all talk blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a coat factory
it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his copilot
Who used to drive like sacks of blow on remote
Area, we label dead island
Two hundred miles from thailand
Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts
plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful for my team
Like my man muhammad afghanistan
Grew up in iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood
A wild middle eastern, specialist
Intiated, at to be a terrorist
He set bombs in of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent
They say his limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, through u.s. customs
Now look whose on the witness singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from sammy
Here's the plan minimum for the hit, two grand
Half time at the blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
Photographs of wives takin baths
with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit
First rule, anyone who schemes on the in syria
I want they small ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through wells
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants with visas

of a drug dealer
Killah hills,
The saga