Hell’s Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304 lyrics

[Part I: Hell's Wind Staff]

[Skit: RZA, GZA, Masta Killa & Dreddy Kruger]
Yes, the good life, you know?
What the f*ck is that, Hell's Angels?
Uh, Mr. Bobby Steels
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, Maximillion didn't show up yet
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
You got soul, R&B, classics? All that sh*t, right?
Yeah, Greco is right in front of me right now
Greco is 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 workin' out, very nicely
Do you have the cash, 20,000 dollars?
Do we have the cash?
We don't have to talk that, hey, hey
Get the f*ck outta here with that Hell's Angels bullsh*t!
We got the cash
You know cash rules everything around this motherf*cker
Uhm, let me ask you…
The f*ck outta here!
Do you have the full amount?
20,000 as we agreed upon?
f*cking Hell's bast*rds!
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
'Cause your f*ckin' friend Don is down at 120 Precinct
Right now singin' his f*ckin' ass like a f*ckin' bird
Life of a Drug Dealer
The f*ckin' 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
n*gga missed the wedding, late a f*ckin' 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
f*ck it! He turned stakes on my n*gga, 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 n*ggas hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up a scene
I use less men, more powerful sh*t for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran
The n*gga 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 n*ggas popped the cork, n*ggas lost half their brains
Like his 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 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
Half-time at the game, blastin' n*ggas out the stands
The sharpshooters hit the prosecutor
Judges are sent photographs of their 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 their small intestines ripped from their 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…