Wu-Tang Clan - "Wolves" Lyrics

[Chorus: George Clinton]
Red, 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

"Ow, be like, wow, with my style" -> Ol' Dirty Bastard

[U-God]
Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex your ass
I wet the ave, when I set my path
The vet 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 snuffing you fags
Jumping outta cabs, grabbing money bags
Next shot, 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
Sharkskin armor, I bring the drama

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Damn, defecating on the map
Wu-Tang taking it back, no faking in the rap
Now, how real is that, these niggas hating on the fact
That the kid is blazing this track, and hating on them back
Yeah, my dough stacked up with O's, who the mack
Ducking po-po, blowing smoke O's in the 'lac
To be exact, don't want no hassle with the Stat'
In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the batch, yeah
It's all real, and how the fuck ya'll feeling
Non-stop Park Hilling, on the block, we was killing 'em
The arch villains, when the blood start spilling
And these thugs start squealing, body bags, we was filling 'em
Yeah, now I got it in the smash
The ounce ya man wanted, and a llama in the dash
Me and my comrades, following the cash
And living everyday like tomorrow is the last

[Chorus]

[Hook: George Clinton]
I'm like the Saint 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 wolves 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 something else and get torn the fuck up
Men come together for the common cause
To beat your ass, just because
There's a line you don't cross, offending the boss
While of course, this one's selected for your head shot
I'm back in the yard, again, the bar's calling
Fifteen sets of this'll have you swollen
Ladies like 'damn, papa, you looking 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 cutting and spinning, the back mission
Great poplock ticking, poetry description
For the motion picture, re-enactment
Activated, hired assassin, keep it classic
Rap revolutionary, black, yo pass that

[Chorus]

[Hook]

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