(k**ah Hills intro features RZA, Ol Dirty ba*tard, and "Grey Ghost")
(...the sk** of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks gla***
GZA: What the f** 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, cla**ics? All that sh** 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 f** the cops
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the f** outta here with that hell's angels bullsh**!
RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this motherf**er
Umm, let me ask you...
GZA: The f** outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: f**ing hell's ba*tards
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 f**in friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing
his f**in a** like a f**ing bird
GZA: Life of a drug dealer
RZA: The f**in guys is coming
GGh: Do you believe him?
k**ah Hills 10304
Restaurants on a stake-out, so order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark's steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
n***a miss da Wedding, late a f**ing 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 rates a grand to a finger
In the garment district, got it sewn like Singer
'Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
f** it, he turned snake so my n***a 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 luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my n***az hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful sh** for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the n***a runs a neighbourhood news-stand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when n***az popped the cork, n***az 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 n***az 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 the interior
I got a price for those j**els, 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
k**ah hills, 10304
The saga continues