[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]