Only The Rugged Survive (feat. RZA) feat. RZA

歌詞

Steels You 'bout to catch this vick Yo, you 'bout to catch this vick Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steamin' halibut 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 jewellery Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi When dog mentioned hingie, that's when they tempted me All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy This fuckin' 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 threw the gear on shift, about to catch this vick It's the season of the vick, bitch, you gettin' hit up With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up It's the season of the vick, bitch, you gettin' hit up With so much weight and lead, you won't be able to get up Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him Son tried to burgie, grab 'em, threw 'em on the floor Smacked 'em, my dudes 'bout to stab 'em Bitch was in the bathroom, screamin', hot bubble bath steamin' You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowin' semen Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up Heard you been hatin' on Wu-Tang We should burn your fuckin' 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 background, still singin' like a canary Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortuary When the gun starts to click and we spit, that crazy scary We open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewellery 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 It's the season of the vick, bitch, you gettin' hit up With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up It's the season of the vick, bitch, you gettin' hit up With so much weight and lead, you won't be able to get up It's the season of the vick, bitch, you gettin' hit up With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up It's the season of the vick, bitch, you gettin' hit up With so much weight and lead, you won't be able to get up