Artist: The Warriors
Album:  M*A*S*H
Song:   Warriors
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Lon Dini w/ others in background]
Yeah... y'all know what it is
Shaolin... Wolf Pack
Two Four... bring it!

[Chorus: L.I.S.]
He's a Warrior
And he's fighting for his land
And he's doing what he can, to bring justice
Because who have we got? It's just us

[Fes Taylor]
I switch positions like Jabo switched to pimping
I feel you homey, every night is different women
Discipline 'em, if I'm in 'em, grip it then I'm spitting venom
I grip a pen just like bats for the pennant, oh!
I sold blocks sold, they call me Taylor Pro
Fes is the best, L.G. easy to nail a ho
I'm unavailable for now, son I Taylored you a style
While bail hit you with thou, I was there when you was out
Slow, be careful on the route
The cops right there, you gon' bounce, bounce, bounce
I blow an ounce, fresh air fund account
About one point five, not including the house
Car, Landshark, I barracuda ya spouse
Still walk through the streets when the shooters is out
Play the block when the hooters is out
How I move in a drought, a ki of coke now I'm boosting my clout

[L.I.S.]
It's like moving in the midst of a Labyrinth
Two Four War, mothafucka, be the baddest
Boy, ain't no Huffy toys
Talk slick and ya lip will get puffy, boy
I got rusty toys, but they still get the job done
Shit bulging off my hip, still get to rob one
Two, three, or the whole damn corner
Dice game, nice plane, move in vehicles
I'm from the Hill where the stats say we're goners
Fucking with a bunch of wolves and trying to live longer
I'm fucking with a bunch of wolves in spite of my hunger
I'm fucking with a bunch of wolves and all of 'em gunners
I got the Staten on my back and I'm grimy as Unger
I got the Staten on my back cuz I'm hitting like thunder
I take ya under...

[Lon Dini]
Street genius, move smooth, bitches fiend for the penis
Pull a pistol, ya ass is dead, it's real and I main this
Fuck that! Niggaz is fed, I'm killing for my plate
Once I'm in, I ain't leaving, I'm cleaning off the slate
You clowns can't hold it, I'm focused, on fire with my shit
My wolves is hungry, might mug you or murder for ya shit
Y'all niggaz is shelled as fucking cop tellers on the low
Y'all be talking to NYPD like nobody know
Many nights would've been dead, my ass would've froze
I was chosen, blessed with the gift to flip hot flows
Two Four travelled the globe, be back before you know it
My crew snatches the mic device, nigga we show it

[Chorus]