[killah hills intro features rza, ol bastard, and "grey ghost"]
(...the of shaolin) Rza: yes the life, you know *clinks glass* Gza: what the fuck is that, angels? *ol dirty singing in the [ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby Rza: over here, steels over here Peace, starks going on baby? everything is lovely over here. Gza: no shoes and no shirt on, sure the is where it's at? Rza: the, the maximillion is sure here I'm here with noodles and I got lucky hands with me you got soul, r&b, classics? all that shit right? Rza: yeah... grey right in front of me right now Grey ghost standing here. he has a briefcase; ohh, ok, ok I got you. Aight thanks. clicks* bobby steels. Gza: Rza: mr. grey ghost, good to see you good to see you to see you. a pleasure. Rza: so is everything ok, is working as we planned? everything is working out, very nicely. Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars? Gza: be to have a little breeze. Breeze on by the cops. do we have the cash? we don't have to talk that, hey hey Gza: get the fuck outta here that hell's angels bullshit! Rza: we got the cash we cash rules everything around this motherfucker Umm, let me ask you... Gza: the fuck here! Ggh: do you have the full twenty thousand as we agreed upon? fucking hell's bastards. Rza: let me ask you a question mr. grey -- Do you know a a don Ggh: I no such person. Rza: don rodriguez from the don rodriguez? I don't know who you're talking about. Rza: I think you do know him your fuckin friend don Is down at one-twenty right now singing His fuckin ass a fuckin bird. Gza: life of a dealer the fuckin guys is comin Ggh: do you him?
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Restaurants on a So order the to take out Chaos, a spark steakhouse Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour Nigga mr. wedding, late a fuckin hour And his man who bought from tony starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city He's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a In a garment that's stretched, got it like singer Cause all that talk blasphemy kid after me For the heist, in a burlington coat Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his Who used to drive like sacks of on this remote Area, we label man's island Two hundred south from thailand Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with shots no need for us to spray up the scene I use men, more powerful shit for my team my man muhammad from afghanistan Grew up in iran, the nigga a neighborhood newsstand A wild eastern, bomb specialist Intiated, at to be a terrorist He set in bottles of champagne And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half brains Like this ex-worker, tried to a half a key In his left leg, underwent surgery say his pirate limp gave him away As the feds rushed him, through u.s. customs Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known A hit from sammy gravano Here's the plan for the hit, two hundred grand Half time at the game niggaz out the stands The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent Photographs of they wives baths Along with briefcase filled with one five, that's the bribe Take it or 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 wells fargo Reconstruct processin plants for the call of costa rica Four barrels of ether Two hundred pounds of And fifty immigrants with visas
Life of a dealer hills, 10304 The continues