In Da Spot Masta Ace (Ft. Lord Finesse & Milani The Artist)

[Intro: Lord Finesse]
Check check, mic check, one two, one two, mic check
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the hottest spot in New York City on a Saturday night. You already know who it is. It's ya boy DJ Finesse, Mr. Bad Boy DJ. The rules are simple. Get to the bar. Get your drinks on. Take care of your bartenders and your waitresses please. For all my V.I.P ballers, shotcallers, betta move them bottles for y'all. I'm about to bring out my man, he about to host the night tonight. Shout to Masta Ace, officially in the building

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Ayo, you came up in the spot 'cause you heard that it was hot
Even though, a week ago, somebody was shot
They said the cops came and swarmed the whole block
And shut the club down but, nope, they did not
'Cause the spot so packed you can barely even walk
The music so loud, it's impossible to talk
Y'all just point where you want to go, glass held above
The crowd, you don't spill a drop, ladies showin' love
You got three in the V.I.P., waiting patiently
It's gon' be a crazy night, just you wait and see
You got chicken wings, champagne, fruit on the platter
Spendin' all this money like the loot don't matter but it does
Y'all know what it is, y'all know what it was
Y'all ain't got the riches, y'all just stuntin' for the bitches
Y'all ain't having fun, y'all just frontin' for the bitches
It's funny how your whole style switches up in the spot

[Hook]
Brooklyn, New York, we in the spot
Everywhere we go we in the spot
All the way down south we in the spot
Even on the west coast we in the spot
We in the spot