Artist: Shabazz the Disciple Album: The Vault (Hidden Safiyahz) Song: Sebilibong Bang Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Shabazz the Disciple] Haha, yeah, Ringz & Partnerz It's the block, baby [Shabazz the Disciple] Yah, straight out the project with the blood on the hook Ain't no love inside the court room, the judge throw the book Coke blizzard, flood the heroin, drugs that'll cook Ski mask, black gloves, all my thugs and my crooks Hah, I wrote my thug muthafuckas a book They ain't dream in '94 had the industry shook You get your queen took, nigga, here come the rook Ya'll niggas tuck ya chains, here come the hook [Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] Hah, we can get it on, bang, we can get it on I'm from the get it on, bang, we can get it on We can get it on, bang, we can ge it on Sebili-bili-bong, bang, we can get it on [Shabazz the Disciple] Fool them a try tough, pon dem not working real life Them false see them, pistol whip 'em Then we strip 'em for them jewels then body them Wicked man, ah, wicked man, in the party shotty them Put the clip inside me, light and cock me Back and body them, when I fling machine You can't outrun, rubbergrip with beam I make the crip walk when I split ya spleen Them fool not done? Him get hit again Don't underestimate the evil my men do Giving all ya'll niggas head dots like the Hindu Man, I friend you, to hell is where I send you Run through with a hundred goons and burn down the venue Me say fe fi fo fum, hear the sound as I pound on my shoulder drum Send a spirit to the sky, and a solar numb I spit the M-16's, put a hole in 'em Me say fe fi fo fum, hear the sound as I pound on my shoulder drum Send a spirit to the sky, and a solar numb I spit the M-16's, put a hole in 'em [Chorus 2X] [Shabazz the Disciple] For all my ladies put the hands in the air, like Do your thing, cop the thing, if it feels like To all my niggas get that money in the wheels like Start a label, rush the game, get your gears right A butter pecan, unscoopable, when she missing out You learn the hard way what the Koopa do Niggas is eating my food, counting my magic game It's time for dynasty, get blown out, with my extension Look at Tonto, twist the girlie body like fonto Nigga saddle up, giddie up on the bronco Pronto, baby, give it to me how you want to Back to the front, ya'll know it hard slow [Chorus 2X] [Shabazz the Disciple] Step up the plate, here's the pitch, it's a knuckleball Smack it to the stands, on you haters, man, fuck you all I rush the game with my thieves, yeah, we stuck you all Number one with a bullet bout to fuck you all