Soul in the Hole

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Ayo, yo, yo, 'sup, where my team at, where my team at?

C'mere, y'all, c'mere, c'mere

Circle around me, y'all, circle around me

Yo, Timbo, check it, you bring the motherfuckin' rock up

Sin, Dreddy, y'all niggas is forwards

Shyheim, I want you on guard

Tekitha, baby girl, yo, check it, you play center

Let's whip these niggas asses, c'mon, kid

Word up, run

[Intro: Tekitha]

Hole

Hole, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Dreddy Krueger & Timbo King]

We be a team, 'cause everybody plays a part in this

Ain't no chuckin', we comin' from the parks where the gun sparks

After dark, you got your three point shooters

Scrubs who quick to fire you out 'cause your style is out

We drinkin' quarts on courts so how you handle it?

Shootin' bricks or sellin' bricks, we still scramblin'

With offense and defense, I use the baseline

To score points frequent (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Timbo King]

Yo, check the mic so I can slam without a crossover

Wack jump shots, punk rock players get tossed over

By the bleachers, I'm bringin' pressure like a power forward

You try to walk and get away with it, the ref saw it

Your startin' five couldn't get verbal live

I penetrate across the lane, all reasons mines

Percentage from the field is real, we hardballin'

Swish shot in your face, your coach is callin'

For a timeout, I bomb your rhyme out with a free throw

Fast break through the legs, crush your rookie ego

You steppin' out of bounds son, now how that sound, dunn?

I thought we was playin' ball, don't start at round one

[Interlude]

Time the fuck out

I got a illegal defense on the wack MC

Number four, you can't be doin' that shit

Hold on God, peace God, hold on, hold on

I don't give a shit, I'll snuff you

[Chorus: Tekitha]

Soul in the hole

Soul in the hole

[Verse 3: Shyheim & Killa Sin]

I know niggas liver than Allen Iverson

Take it to the hole and roll it in, triple-doubling

Suicide drills get your calves built

Crossover's ill, have you thinkin' water spilt

With the two-three zone we smoke 'em like bones

And with the W-I-N, we punchin' ya home

Sore losers take off they jersey 'cause they ain't James Worthy

Your bitch mad 'cause they ain't get they hands dirty

Lame, better not open up that Gatorade

'Til you get game, sport, hit the gym and train

Do some jumping jacks and sit ups, then maybe you can get up

But as for now, the scoreboard gets lit up

Take it down the middle and throw it all day

We number one draft pick, W-S-A

Nigga, you can't stop my J

How I do it everyday (Yo)

[Verse 4: Killa Sin]

We throwin' fifty-two blocks at outside shots to bubble up the snot box

No penalties or shot clocks, it's similar to Comstock kid

You catch an elbow in this hellhole of concrete

Add a touch of soul before we compete

You better have your Vietnam fleet, my squad deep like Ethiopians

Peep me in the open and I'm closin' in

Focus on the broken rim now, we shake a bone out your stand

Toss a back pass with enough force that it'll crack glass

We celebratin' at last for stoppin' you

So take your sorry black ass, back to the locker room, yo

My team work to make your team hurt, we pullin' up skirts

So back down before these Wu niggas tear the fuckin' shack down

What? What? What? (No doubt, no doubt)

We got the all-star lineup here (Soul in the hole)

Y'all niggas better sign up for my team, kid, for real

[Chorus: Tekitha]

Soul in the hole

Soul in the hole

Soul in the hole

Soul in the hole

Hole, hole, hole, soul