Wu-tang Clan - Wolves lyrics

[Hook: 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 s** yo' a** 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 n***a Fred Gla** Knuckles is bra**, start snuffin you fast Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags Next shot go right through your hovercraft You do the math my acid tongue 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 [Hook] [Method Man] Damn, defecatin' on the map Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, cause n***as 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 ha**le with the stack In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back Yeah, it's all grillin, how the f** y'all feelin? Non-stop park k**in, on the block we was k**in '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 Ounce of marijuana and a llama in the dash Me and my comrades followin the cash And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last [Hook] [Interlude: George Clinton] I'm like the St. Bernard 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 k**a] Yo, would you recognize a j**el for what it is when you see it Or would you take it for somethin else and get to' the f** up Men come together for the common cause To beat yo' a**, 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 p**y 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 hired a**a**in, keep it cla**ic Rap evolution every black, yo pa** that [Hook] [Interlude]