(feat. George Clinton)

[Chorus: George Clinton]

The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog

Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa

[U-God]

Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex yo' $$#
I wet the Ave. when I set my path
The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last

Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast
Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
Finger on the trigger with my ^!$$% Fred Glass

Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast
Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags
Next shot go right through your hovercraft

You do the math my answer tounge slash
When will you learn it's return of Shaft
The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft

My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
The apple martini, of course it's stirred
I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber

Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama

[Chorus]


[Method Man]
Damn, deficatin on the map

Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap
How real is that, you ^!$$%z hatin on the fact
that the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back

My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack
duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac
To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack

In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back
Yeah, it's all grillin, how the $#&@ y'all feelin?
Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em

The arch villans, when the blood start spillin
Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em
Yeah, now I got it in the smash

A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash
Me and my comrades followin the cash
And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last


[Chorus]


[Interlude: George Clinton]
I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when you're lost out in the snow
Like a coyote out on the desert...

Where the foxes never go
And the wolf, they never go...


[Masta Killa]
Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it
Or would you take it for somethin else and get to' the $#&@ up

Men come together for the common cause
To beat yo' $$#, just because
There's a line you don't cross offendin the boss

While of course his one selectin through your head shot
I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin
15 sets of this will have you swollen

Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin right
I'd love to give you some of this #~!!@ and I'm a !@()"
I write when the energy's right to spark friction

DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin
Great pop knock tickin, poetry description
for the motion picture reenactment

Activate a higher $$#assin, keep it classic
Rap evolution every black, yo pass that


[Chorus]

[Interlude]