Artist: Shabazz the Disciple f/ Yay-Yay Album: The Vault (Hidden Safiyahz) Song: Point Game Typed by: Cno Evil [Hook 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] It's not a thing, cuz my team's hotter, man We got a bling, ching-ching, by the thing [Shabazz the Disciple] I got more bars than Nas, tight like shackles in mine The minimum jacket, ya'll niggas is like Shaq on the line Your wack on the line, you gotta get clapping for mine Nigga Kobe, ya'll can't hold me on the track with the rhyme My whole team is getting burn, while you riding the bench I mean you got a few rings, but it's not on the strength You know the game is All Pro, daddy, I shoot spinners You be air dogs and bricks with that bullshit you scrimmage Next season ya'll getting traded, to straight jazz Now a pull up like Duncan, and bended off the brass Got that nigga Carmelo from the Hook, tat on his neck When my son shoot the j's, stritctly bottom of the net We got the whole game, transition, man, listen Stay cutting the lane like raw in my man's kitchen I'm Reggie Miller downtown against the Knicks, man, swishing Ya'll like Ewing, game in the shot, man missing We bout to take it this year, Red Hook's behind me We gon' pop champagne like the '90's Bulls dynasty Stripping nigga, run a 3-on-1, on the fast break Alley oop, on the backboard, now watch the glass break Put your guard up on the half court trap, false the turnover Pass it to my man, he pass it back, ya'll lost, burns over Caught a kick and one, the way a nigga slice to the lane And check, nigga, point game Even if you tall like Matubi, ya'll getting jumped over Crazy ups, nigga, Vince Carter, ya'll getting dumped over Ya'll niggas had it on lock, now game over No more slot time on the block, ya'll reign's over We bring it to the rim, hard rock, now lane over Point game, we bout to take this thang over Ya'll niggas had it on lock, now game over No more slot time on the block, ya'll reign's over We bring it to the rim, hard rock, now lane over Point game, we bout to take this thang over [Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple (Yay-Yay)] We gon' make it (point game, we about to take it) We, we gon' make it (point game, we about to take it) (Daddy, we gon' make it) Point game, we about to take it Baby, we gon' make it (point game we) about to take it [Hook 2X: Yay-Yay] [Yay-Yay] Name another chick who ball like this, I be the baddest My name on the mic, strictly WNBA status Sixteen like a Bronson Revolver Long legs, crazy handle, the high maintance cross over I be that go to girl like Cheryl Swoops The legends in the game all respect my hoop We going in, like Lisa Leslie and Cheryl Fall Defensive award, cuz I dominate the boards I bring the ball up cooked like Nikki Teaslie Spitting through the half court track make it look easy Hot straight off the pit, I spend over, you miss Behind the back, dishing assist, haha, swish Diana Tarasa of mines, you got to love it Or to know the pass, and heavy d at the buzzer Peep the high maintance MVP, who run the thing This year you gon' bow and kiss the championship ring [Chorus]