Rza - Only the Rugged Survive lyrics

[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' b**hes, 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 j**elry 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 f**ing Wu hater, from off of Decatur Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this sh** We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick [Chorus 2X: RZA] It's the season of the vick, b**h, 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 b**h was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen Shut the f** up, open the safe up, no time to waste up Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your f**ing 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 d** and j**elry 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 b**h, 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 4X]