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Only The Rugged Survive Lyrics

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

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