(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' ass

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 nigga 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 niggaz 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 fuck 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 fuck up

Men come together for the common cause

To beat yo' ass, 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 pussy and I'm a dyke"

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 assassin, keep it classic

Rap evolution every black, yo pass that

 

[Chorus]

 

[Interlude]