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(...the of Shaolin)
Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: What the is that, hell's angels?
*Ol Dirty in the background*
[Ahh Mr. Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: Steels here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on
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 here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that right?
RZA: Yeah... Grey right in front of me right now
Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a ohh, OK, OK I got you.
thanks. *phone clicks*
GGh: Steels.
Huh?
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, to see you good to see you good to see you.
A pleasure.
RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we
GGh: Everything is working out, nicely.
Do you the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be nice to 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 cash we know Cash Rules 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 Mr. Grey Ghost --
Do you know a a Don
GGh: I no such person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don
GGh: I don't who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him your fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct now singing
his fuckin ass like a bird.
GZA: Life of a drug
The fuckin guys is comin
GGh: Do you believe

hills 10304

Restaurants on a
So the food 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 land from 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 Factory
Fuck it, he turned so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like of blow on this remote
area, we label 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 up the scene
I use men, more powerful shit for my team
my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the runs a neighborhood newsstand
A wild Eastern, bomb specialist
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set bombs in bottles of
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
They say his pirate limp 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 Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred
Half time at the game blastin out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, are sent
Photographs of wives takin baths
Along with briefcase with one point five, that's the bribe
it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the in Syria
I they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Fargo
Reconstruct those processin for the call of Costa Rica
hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred of reefer
and immigrants with fake Visas

Life of a drug
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