The Genius Gza - Hell's Wind Staff lyrics

Life of a drug dealer k**ah 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 n***a missed a 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, b**hes 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 f** it, he turned state's on my n***a 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 n***as 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 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***as popped the cork, n***as 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***as 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 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