Rza - Only The Rugged Survive lyrics

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[Intro: RZA]

Hahahahaha, Steels...

You bout to catch this vick

Yo, you bout to catch this vick

[RZA:]

Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid

Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad

Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibat steak

Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the single plate

Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky

For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer

Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff

Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly

Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty

Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry

Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi

When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me

All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy

This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur

Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like

Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit

We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip

And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick

[Chorus x2: RZA]

It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up

With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up

[RZA:]

Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie

Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em

Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming

You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen

Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up

Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up

He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me'

Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me'

I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary'

His bird was in the backround, still singing like a canary

Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortiuary

When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary

Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash

And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi

Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him

Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum

Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread

Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead

[Chorus x4]