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

[Intro: Fes Taylor]
Yeah, Taylor Made (Taylor Made)
I stitch it and sew it

[Fes Taylor]
Aiyo, I run up in the record label
Like "Everybody put they hands up on the fucking table
I want out of his contract, 'fore I have to take it to combat"
They like "Sit down and talk about it", "Nah, it's beyond that
I want money transferred to Swiss accounts"
Hold the President for ransom, type of shit I'm about
Had the Wolves blitz the radio station door
with a gun to the DJ, I told 'em "Don't play nothing but Two 4"
Listen, hit the Chase Bank, fuck a mask, I use face paint
For Dead Presidents, I leave the place, wait
"Don't shoot, eh, don't move a muscle
'Fore I have to introduce you to muzzles"
Put it together like I'm doing a puzzle
Cuz it was Taylor Made, tough enough to go through the struggle
But if all else fails, fuck it, I'ma break ny niggaz out of jail
While you hire niggaz out of Yale
You buying weights, you better buy a scale
Cuz if you jerk me on one gram, tie his rabbit ass by the tail
Find a town, lock it down, look at my pockets now
I'm the surrogate father, y'all adopted my style
Been hot for a while, '94, popped it off like a forty cal
'99, took it to trial, so crooked, my smile
Guess I'm just a crook, deep down
Up all night, couldn't sleep, how?
It's money out, listen son, it's lovely in the south
The smaller the belly, the hungrier the mouth
You get a little heart, the bigger the gun
We come through with M-16's, niggaz'll run
Before you had a lot of words, niggaz is done
Showing off in front of them birds, I'ma send 'em to Pun
Don't ask if we winning, we won, you so pitiful, son
You all shook when my criminals come
No handshakes, with hugs, but I give you a slug
Guaranteed, leave you laying in the middle of blood
Don't matter if you Crip or you Blood
Cuz guns don't discriminate, make me have to cripple a thug
You little niggaz still looking for a nipple to suck
They call me Daddy Longleg, been pimping your slut
It's L.G., I'm trying to slide some bitches to A.C.
Build something so one day my son could replace me
My flow like, 2010 already here
Meaning I'm so advanced, I could end this career

[Chorus 4X: Fes Taylor - replacing "Aiyo" with "I said" in subsequent repeats]
Aiyo, Taylor stitch it and sew it
Drugs, slugs, pitch it and throw it
I'm in the kitchen trying to get this shit flowing

[Outro: Fes Taylor]
I said...
This my shit right here, it's like my baby girl
Nah mean? It's what I love doing
Nah mean? This music shit is mine