Artist: The Warriors
Album:  M*A*S*H
Song:   Wright it on Spot
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Lon Dini]
Killa Mac created it, that boy Dini, he dangerous
Over precussion, my penmanship perfect
While scribing poetry, fakes listen and learn it
Wanna, master my craft, boy, watch and observe 'em
One things for sure, fuck that, it's two things for certain
I'ma keep dropping hot shit, and that thing when I'm lurking
Yo, shorty, you real? Take that, go 'head, put that twerk in
All my shit come back, in the pot, soon as I put my work in
Made sales on the darkest blocks,  D's fiending to nab 'em
And these clowns pushing my buttons like they want me to clap 'em, damn!

[Chorus: Lon Dini]
Yo, I wright it on spot, I spill it, they feel it
After that, boy, streets labelled Dini the illest
Yo, I wright it on spot, I spill it, they feel it
After that, boy, streets labelled Dini the illest

[Lon Dini]
The streets cooking, hope all my thugs escape booking
A boy snatched with no trace, no space for the shooken
Lucky thug got his face blown off, not even looking
Decisions, ensuing, from which I emerged
Fes hit me on the horn, said it's time to go in
"You gotta hurt 'em", I said "Taylor, Taylor, I promise I never fail ya"
I create magic from music, he killing it, yo you hear him?
Yeah, the kid like a uncontrolled car, ain't no steering 'em
The streets made me, I pray to streets in my grave, G
That's why I back up and clap 'em, crabs that act shady
Cuz I'm young, wicked and black, don't hate on me, baby
Get ya shit twisted off crazy in the streets trying to play me
Yo, don't make me step on ya set, waving a nina
Before I leave, I swear I'd fuck shit up like Hurricane Katrina
My flow mastered, everything I'm touching is tragic
I teared ya down, come on, try and fuck with me, bastard

[Chorus]

[Lon Dini]
The streets is my home, the studio, I zone
I cripple a cop, monster when I stomp
One of the greatest, blasted when I first laid this
You sit and you plot, hoping niggaz see it's fake
That's why I know I'm only here by amazing grace
When the fiends blow my crack it's an amazing taste
That's why my shit always move at an amazing pace
The ghetto is mine, gutter since nine
I'm still in my prime, boy, you seeing me shine
Yup, yeah, yeah, let's do it

[Chorus 2X w/ slight variations]

[Outro: Lon Dini]
Yo, let's do it, Two 4, Lon Dini
Who did think they could fuck around?
Let's do it, boy, y'all fucking cowards ain't ready
Yeah, Taylor, I got you, don't even worry
Two 4, we moving on, nigga, nahImean?
March of the wooden, nahmean?
Pa Ba', L.I., K.J., we here, nigga
Last of the fucking Mohicans, you know?
Dini here too, boy
Still repping, dropped the hot shit
That's it, boy, signing off...
Official like a ref with a whistle
You know who... it's Dini!