Killah Hills 10304 Lyrics

Killah Hills 10304 lyrics

[Killah Hills intro features RZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, and "Grey Ghost"]

 

 (...the skill of Shaolin)

 RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*

 GZA: What the fuck 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 fuck the cops.

 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 we know Cash Rules Everything Around this
Motherfucker

 Umm, let me ask you...

 GZA: The fuck outta here!

 GGh: 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. 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 fuckin friend Don

 is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing

 his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird.

 GZA: Life of a drug dealer

 RZA: The fuckin guys is comin

 GGh: Do you believe him?

 

 Killah hills 10304

 

 Restaurants on a stake-out

 So order the food to take out

 Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse

 Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour

 Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour

 And his man who bought land from Tony Starks

 While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks

 he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger

 In a garment that's stretched, 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 various 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 neighborhood newsstand

 A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist

 Intiated, 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, comin through U.S. Customs

 Now look whose on the witness stand singin, 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 blastin niggaz out the stands

 The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent

 Photographs of they wives takin 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 processin 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