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(...the of Shaolin)
Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*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 everything is lovely here.
GZA: No shoes and no on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: the, the Maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that right?
Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing here.
Yeah he has a 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 OK, is everything working as we planned?
Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by the cops.
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck outta here with hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we upon?
Fucking hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Ghost --
Do you a a Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know no 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 fuckin friend Don
is down at precinct right now singing
his fuckin ass like a bird.
GZA: Life of a dealer
RZA: The guys is comin
Do you believe him?

Killah 10304

Restaurants on a
So order the to take out
Chaos, outside a steakhouse
Maintain the power, I the deal's gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin hour
And his man who bought land from Tony
While he was contractin jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like
Cause all that talk this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Factory
Fuck it, he turned so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's
Two hundred miles from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with shots
There's no need for us to spray up the
I use less men, more shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a newsstand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb
Intiated, at eleven to be a
He set in bottles of champagne
And niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, 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 stand singin, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy
here's the minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are
of they wives takin baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the
it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in
I want they small intestines ripped the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells
Reconstruct those plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four barrels of ether
Two hundred of reefer
and fifty immigrants with Visas

of a drug dealer
Killah hills,
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