Hell's Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304
GZA/Genius Lyrics


Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills 10304

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

Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills 10304

The saga continues

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Written by: GARY E. GRICE, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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Javi O

Yes the good life, you know
What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
Ol' Dirty singing in the background*
(Ah Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels)
Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely over here.
No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
Yeah, Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a briefcase, oh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks
Bobby Steels.
Huh?
Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
A pleasure.
So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned?
Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Um, let me ask you,
The fuck outta here!
Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
Fucking hell's bastards.
Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost
Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
I know no such person.
Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
I don't know who you're talking about.
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.
Life of a drug dealer
The fuckin' guys is comin'
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 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, 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' niggas 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



Osher HebSub

Drug dealing skit]
RZA: Yes the good life, you know
GZA: What the fuck is that, Hells Angels?
MK: 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; oh, OK, OK I got you
Aight thanks
DK: Bobby Steels
RZA: Mr. Greco, good to see you good to see you good to see you
DK: A pleasure
RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned?
DK: 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 Hells Angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash
You know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Uhm, let me ask you...
GZA: The fuck outta here!
DK: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: Fucking Hells bastards
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Greco...
Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
DK: I know no such person
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
DK: I don't know who you're talking about
RZA: I think you do know him cause your fucking friend Don is down at One-Twenty Precinct right now singing his fucking ass like a fucking bird
The fucking guys is coming
DK: Do you believe him?

[Hook: GZA]
Life of a drug dealer
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 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, interest 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 copilot
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 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: GZA]
Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills 10304

[Outro: GZA]
The saga continues



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REX Everything

There is literally no moment on this album which isn’t brilliant. One of the best hip-hop albums of all time.

Robert Blackmore

It’s this and that first Dirty album for the solos. They’re all brilliant but those two are the illest.

Duck On quack

Without a doubt.

Grant Skinner

U definitely know your stuff

REX Everything

Steve Wymore same with me man. 15 years old. It completely fkn dismantled me. That vocabulary & that measured, purposeful flow. GZA never over complicated his verses with too many unnecessary words. Just the exact right amount at the exact right time. That shit is incredibly difficult to do. Fkn best selling authors can’t even do that in a single chapter. He did it on an entire album.

Derrick Knox

#FACTSONLY

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Julius Chapman

About as RZA as a beat get!!!

Bertnard Miller

@WOABEATZ ok I will check it out

WOABEATZ

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