Killah Hills 10304 Lyrics - The Genius Gza

(...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 luxurious 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