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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Only The Rugged Survive"

[RZA]
Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid
Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad

Sippin' (*##$es, 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 $#&@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 %#@!
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, (*##$, 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
(*##$ was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming
You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing !@&(

Shut the $#&@ up, open the safe up, no time to waste up
Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your $#&@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 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 (*##$, 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]



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