[killah hills intro features rza, ol bastard, and "grey ghost"]
(...the of shaolin) Rza: yes the good life, you know glass* Gza: the fuck is that, hell's angels? *ol dirty in the background* [ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on one for mr. bobby steels] Rza: steels over here, steels over Peace, starks going on baby? everything is lovely over here. Gza: no shoes and no 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 that right? Rza: yeah... grey right in front of me right now Grey ghost standing here. Yeah he has a ohh, ok, ok I got you. Aight thanks. clicks* Ggh: steels. Gza: Rza: mr. grey ghost, 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, dollars? Gza: be to have a little breeze. on by fuck the cops. Rza: do we have the cash? we don't to talk that, hey hey Gza: get the outta here with that hell's angels bullshit! Rza: we got the we know cash rules everything around this motherfucker Umm, let me ask you... Gza: the fuck here! Ggh: do you have the full amount? 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. Rza: don from the bronx? 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: of a drug dealer the fuckin guys is comin Ggh: do you believe
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Restaurants on a So the food to take out Chaos, outside a steakhouse the power, I feel the deal's gone sour Nigga mr. wedding, a fuckin half hour And his man who bought land from tony he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks He's a loan shark, raise a grand to a finger In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn singer Cause all that talk blasphemy kid after me For the heist, in a burlington factory Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga cash stole his Who used to like sacks of blow on this remote Area, we label dead man's Two miles south from thailand Right off the docks, I got the various custom yachts Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal 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 middle eastern, bomb specialist Intiated, at to be a terrorist He set bombs in bottles of And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they Like this ex-worker, to smuggle a half a key In his left leg, underwent surgery They say his pirate gave him away As the feds rushed him, comin u.s. customs Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known A smash hit sammy gravano 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, judges are Photographs of they wives baths with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe Take it or suicide rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in syria I want they small ripped from the interior I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight Don't forget to the cream through wells fargo Reconstruct those plants for the call of costa rica Four barrels of ether Two hundred pounds of And fifty with fake visas
of a drug dealer Killah hills, The continues