RZA - Only the Rugged Survive lyrics

Ha ha hahaha, Steels
You bout to catch this vick
Yo, you bout to catch this vick

Old sad ballads and gun permit's 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

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

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