Killah Hills 10304 - DJ Muggs

(...the skill of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: What the f**k is that, hell's angels?
*Ol Dirty singing in the background*
(Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels)
RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely over here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone clicks*
GGh: Bobby Steels.
GZA: Huh?
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
GGh: A pleasure.
RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned?
GGh: Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by f**k the cops.
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the f**k outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
GZA: The f**k outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: F**king hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost --
Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know no such person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't know who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause your f**kin friend Don
Is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing
His f**kin ass like a fucking bird.
GZA: Life of a drug dealer
RZA: The f**kin guys is coming
GGh: Do you believe him?

Restaurants on a stake-out, so order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark's steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga miss da Wedding, late a fucking half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contracting bricklaying jobs in city parks
He's a loan shark, interest rates a grand to a finger
In the garment district, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
Who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
Area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighbourhood news-stand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
In his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, coming through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singing, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
Here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blasting niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives taking baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processing plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether, two hundred pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants with fake Visas

Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills, 10304
The saga continues



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Writer(s): Diggs, Grice
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