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(...the of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you *clinks glass*
GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's
*Ol Dirty in the background*
[Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby
RZA: over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks going on baby?
Yeah is lovely over here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is here
I'm over here Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
RZA: Yeah... 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*
Bobby Steels.
GZA:
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you 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 the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be nice to have a 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 with 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 amount? Twenty as we agreed upon?
Fucking hell's 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 you're about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause your fuckin Don
is down at one-twenty right now singing
his fuckin ass like a bird.
Life of a drug dealer
RZA: The fuckin is comin
GGh: Do you him?

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the food to out
Chaos, outside a steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin hour
And his man who bought land Tony Starks
he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
he's a shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid 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 Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from
Right off the docks, I got luxurious made yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from
Grew up in Iran, the runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to a half a key
in his leg, even underwent surgery
say his pirate limp gave him away
As the rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known
A smash hit from Sammy
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, judges are
Photographs of wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, anyone who on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Fargo
Reconstruct those processin plants for the of Costa Rica
Four hundred of ether
Two pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake

of a drug dealer
Killah hills,
The saga