Artist: The Warriors
Album:  M*A*S*H
Song:   Fuck Wit Ya Boy
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Fes Taylor]
Yo, yo, you hear that?
Yo, turn that shit up, that's that new Fes Taylor shit
That's that Two 4 War Entertainment shit right there
Yeah, yeah...

[Fes Taylor]
If I win or lose, depends on my reaction to the world
And I'm asking for the world, and my jewelry I flash 'em for the girls
Bagged the baddest bitches in the party, love 'em natural with curls
We wolves but we acting like a squirrel, I'm just trying to get a nut
Lay up for the winter with a Playboy slut
Cuz my lawyer telling me, that my case ain't shut
And the judge gon' hit me if I don't shape up
But I know the Lord with me if I don't wake up
So I ain't really scared to die, be a man, face up
Just waiting for you to stay something
So I could pull a S.K. out and spray something
Just like I'm game hunting, and I ain't fronting
Quick to diss a bitch if she ain't slutting
Back and forth strokes like I'm paintbrushing
I'm like Rocky when he faced the Russian
I'm so cocky in the 430 with gear, you niggaz taking buses

[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor]
You should fuck with me, together we could run the city
You the type to send the cops to come and get me, I do a buck 50
Speeding on the West Shore Expressway, see if you could keep up with me

[Fes Taylor]
You could find me with an Asian chick that lust dick
Do amazing shit with her mouth and make me bust quick
These lame ass rappers, acting like I just spit
Before the glamour and glitz, my click pushed bricks
And hold hammers we spit, you flinch, get nailed
Like I'm on some animal shit, they caged me in jail
Just like my moms raised me in Hell, with the heart of an angel
Gave me a small part of herself, 'til I'm filthy rich, pardon my wealth
I know it make you broke niggaz sick, looking like my car moving stealth
Payback much worse, for the scar that I felt
I bet you boys won't bother to help
Son, I tustled with bosses, run with enforcers
My birthstone, diamond, threw a couple in crosses
So, I'm taking no losses, even when the D's toss us
I ain't did shit, why you niggaz giving me plea offers?

[Interlude: Fes Taylor]
Yeah, y'all niggaz bugging, man
I was just in the fucking studio
Check my fucking alibi
Yo, matter of fact, whatever, my mothafucking phonecall
You call my lawyer, tell Real Deal to post bail, man

[Chorus 2X]

[Fes Taylor]
Please officer, save it for the first time felon
All the screaming and yelling, I ain't telling, shit
Never been a snitch, I was peddling nicks
Being watched be the federal dicks, did several sticks
When metal the grip, I level the strip
Might bulldozer ya building, pebble the bricks
LIS flipped cuz a nigga said he stepped on his kicks
It's Two 4 War repping this shit, I crept in a 6
He slept 'til he hit, fronting like he had a vest and a weapon to get
The specialist spit, it's Fes Taylor, ya boy back hard
Like the Two Six Mob in '94, you a corn on the cob
I grew up around gangstas, who showed me the ropes
My life ain't nothing like an episode of the soaps
Guaranteed, blowing ya folks
Before they sing ya song to the police, blowing the loc'
I'm holding ya throats (yeah)

[Chorus 2X]