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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 in the background*
[Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: Steels over here, Steels here
Peace, Starks what's going on
Yeah is lovely over here.
GZA: No shoes and no on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is here
I'm over here with and I got Lucky Hands with me
You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost in front of me right now
Grey standing right here.
he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone
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 have the cash, dollars?
Be nice 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 with that hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules 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: 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 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 fuckin is comin
GGh: Do you believe

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the food to 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
he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a
In a garment that's stretched, got it like Singer
Cause all talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Coat Factory
Fuck it, he snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's
Two hundred miles from Thailand
off the docks, I got luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my hit with fatal shots
There's no for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more shit for my team
my man Muhammad from 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 bottles of
And when niggaz the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate gave him away
As the feds rushed him, comin U.S. Customs
Now whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred
Half time at the game niggaz out the stands
The hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they takin baths
Along with briefcase filled one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or suicide
First rule, who schemes on the gold in Syria
I they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for jewels, ship em freight cargo
forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct processin plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of
Two hundred of reefer
and immigrants with fake Visas

Life of a dealer
Killah hills,
The continues