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(...the of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you *clinks glass*
GZA: the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*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 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 here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit
RZA: Yeah... Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost right here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
thanks. *phone 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 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 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!
Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: Fucking bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a Mr. Grey Ghost --
Do you know a a Don
GGh: I no such person.
Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't know who talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause your fuckin Don
is down at one-twenty precinct now singing
his fuckin ass a fuckin bird.
GZA: Life of a drug
RZA: The 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 gone sour
Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in parks
he's a shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat
it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on remote
area, we Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from
Right off the docks, I got luxurious made yachts
plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad Afghanistan
up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
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 ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, underwent surgery
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds him, comin through 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 game niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
of they wives takin baths
Along with filled with one point five, that's the bribe
it or commit suicide
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped the interior
I got a price for those jewels, em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells
Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa
Four hundred barrels of
Two hundred pounds of
and fifty immigrants with fake

of a drug dealer
Killah hills,
The saga