Hell's Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304

[Drug dealing skit] [RZA] Yes the good life, you know *sound of glass clinking* [GZA] What the fuck is that, Hell's Angels? [Masta Killa] Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on the 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 Yeah Maximillion didn't show up yet 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, Greco is right in front of me right now Greco is standing right here Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you Aight thanks [Greco] Bobby Steels [RZA] Mr. Greco, good to see you good to see you good to see you [Greco] A pleasure [RZA] So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned? [RZA] So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned? [Greco] Everything is working out, very nicely Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars? [RZA] Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey [GZA] Get the fuck outta here with that Hell's Angels bullshit! [RZA] We got the cash, you know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker Umm, let me ask you... [GZA] The fuck outta here! [Greco] Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? [GZA] Fucking hell's bastards [RZA] Let me ask you a question Mr. Greco... Do you know a a Don Rodriguez? [Greco] I know no such person [RZA] Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez? [Greco] I don't know who you're talking about [RZA] I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don is down at One-Twenty Precinct right now singing his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird The fuckin guys is comin [Greco] Do you believe him? [Hook] [GZA] Life of a drug dealer Killah hills 10304 [Verse 1] Restaurant's on a stake-out so order the food to take out Chaos outside of Sparks Steak House Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour Nigga missed a 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, bitches raise a grand to a finger In the garment district, got it sewn like Singers Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me For the heist, in a Burlington coat factory Fuck it, he turned state's on my nigga Castro this co-pilot Who used to drop like stacks of blow On this remote area we label Dead Man's Island Two hundred miles South from Thailand Right off the docks, I got luxurious custom made yachts Burial plots, for my niggas 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 neighborhood newsstand A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist Initiated, at eleven to be a terrorist He set bombs in bottles of champagne And when niggas popped the cork, niggas 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 niggas 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 they 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 [Hook] The saga continues