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The Genius Gza

Hell's Wind Staff Lyrics - The Genius Gza

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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