Hell's Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304

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

Fuck it, he turned state's on my nigga Castro

This copilot who used to drop 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 niggas 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

Initiated at eleven to be a terrorist

He set bombs in bottles of champagne

And when niggas popped the cork, niggas 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 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' niggas 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 jewels, 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

Killah Hills, 10304

The saga continues