Hell’s Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304

Lyrics

[Part I: Hell's Wind Staff] [Intro] Skill of Shaolin [Skit: RZA, GZA, Masta Killa & Dreddy Kruger] Yeah, it's the good life, you know? Fuck is that, Hell's Angels? Uh, Mr. Bobby Steels, uh Tony Starks on the line one for Mr. Bobby Steels Steels over here, Steels over here Peace Starks, what's goin' on, baby? Yeah, everything is lovely over here Yeah, no, no, Ma— Maximillion didn't show up yet I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me, yeah You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit, right? Yeah, Greco's right in front of me right now Greco's standin' right here Yeah, he has a briefcase Oh-oh, okay Okay, I got you, aight, thanks Bobby Steels Mr. Greco Good to see you, good to see you, good to see you A pleasure So is everything okay? Is everything working as we planned? Everything is working out very nicely Do you have the cash, twenty thousand dollars? Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey, hey Fuck outta here with that Hell's Angels bullshit Look, we got the cash We know cash rules everything around this motherfucker Fuck outta here Um, let me ask you Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? Fucking Hell's bastards Let me ask you a question, Mr. Greco Do you know, uh, a Don Rodriguez? I know no such person Don Rodriguez from the Bronx, Don Rodriguez I don't know who you're talkin' about Well, I think you do know him Because your fuckin' friend Don is down at 120 Precinct Right now singin' his fuckin' ass up like a fuckin' bird Life of a drug dealer The fuckin' guys is comin' Do you believe him? [Part II: Killah Hills 10304] [Intro: GZA] Killah Hills 10304 [Verse: GZA] Restaurant's on a stakeout, 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 the wedding, late a fuckin' half hour And his man who bought land from Tony Starks While he was contractin' 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 Singers 'Cause all that talk blasphemy, this kid after me For the heist in a Burlington Coat Factory Fuck it, he turned stakes on my nigga Castro This co-pilot who used to drop rice, 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 luxurious custom-made yachts Burial plots for my niggas hit with fatal shots There's no need for us to spray up a 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 his ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a ki' 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 who's 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 Halftime at the game, blastin' niggas out the stands The sharpshooters 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 they interior I got a price for those jewels shipped in 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 [Outro: GZA] Life of a drug dealer Killah Hills 10304 The saga continues