(feat. George Clinton)
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[Chorus: George Clinton]
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The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
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Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
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But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
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Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa
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[U-God]
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Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex yo' ass
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I wet the Ave. when I set my path
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The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last
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Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast
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Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
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Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass
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Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast
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Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags
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Next shot go right through your hovercraft
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You do the math my answer tounge slash
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When will you learn it's return of Shaft
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The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft
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My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
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The apple martini, of course it's stirred
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I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber
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Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Damn, deficatin on the map
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Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap
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How real is that, you niggaz hatin on the fact
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that the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back
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My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack
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duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac
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To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack
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In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back
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Yeah, it's all grillin, how the fuck y'all feelin?
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Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em
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The arch villans, when the blood start spillin
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Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em
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Yeah, now I got it in the smash
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A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash
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Me and my comrades followin the cash
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And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: George Clinton]
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I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when you're lost out in the snow
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Like a coyote out on the desert...
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Where the foxes never go
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And the wolf, they never go...
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[Masta Killa]
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Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it
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Or would you take it for somethin else and get to' the fuck up
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Men come together for the common cause
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To beat yo' ass, just because
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There's a line you don't cross offendin the boss
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While of course his one selectin through your head shot
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I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin
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15 sets of this will have you swollen
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Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin right
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I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke"
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I write when the energy's right to spark friction
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DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin
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Great pop knock tickin, poetry description
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for the motion picture reenactment
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Activate a higher assassin, keep it classic
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Rap evolution every black, yo pass that
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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Wolves
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Wu-Tang Clan |