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Hell's Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GZA
GZA
Vocals
Life
Life
Vocals
RZA
RZA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
GZA
GZA
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Restaurants on a steak out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside the sports steak house
Maintain the power
I feel the deal's gone sour
**** missed a wedding
Late a fucking half hour
And this man who bought land from Tony Stark's
While we was contracting bricklaying jobs in city parks
He's a loan shark
Bitches raise a gram 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 states on my **** 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, 'fore my **** 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 **** 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 **** popped the cork
**** lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker tried to smuggle a half a ki in his left leg
Even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him coming through US customs
Now look who's 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 **** 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 processor plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants with fake Visas
[Verse 2]
Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills 10304
The saga continues
Written by: Gary Grice, Grice Gary E, Robert Diggs
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