Soul in the Hole soundtrack

[Ghostface Killah]<br>Yo yo yo whassup where my team where my team at?<br>C`mere y`all c`mere c`mere, circle around me y`all circle around me<br>Yo Timbo check it you bring the motherfuckin rock up<br>Sin Dreddy y`all niggaz is forward<br>Shyheim, I want you on guard<br>Tekitha baby girl yo check it you play center<br>Let`s rip these niggaz asses, c`mon kid<br>Word up, run<br><br>[Tekitha]<br>Hole... hole... oh oh ohhhh<br><br>[Timbo King]<br>We be a team, cause everybody plays a part in this<br>Ain`t no chuckin, we comin from the parks where the gun sparks<br>after dark, you got your three point shooters<br>Scrubs who quick to fire out cause your style is out<br>We drinkin quarts on courts so how you handle it<br>Shootin bricks or sellin bricks, we still scramblin<br>with offense and defense, I use the bassline<br>to score points frequent<br><br>Yo, yo<br>Yo check the mic so I can slam without a crossover<br>Wack jump shot punk rock players get tossed over<br>by the bleachers, I`m bringin pressure like a power foward<br>You try to walk and get away with it the ref saw it<br>Your startin five couldn`t get verbal live<br>I penetrate across the lane, all reasons mines<br>Percentage from the field is real, we hard boilin<br>Swish shot in your face, your coach is callin<br>for a timeout, I bomb your rhyme, with a free throw<br>Fast break through the legs crush your rookie ego<br>You steppin out of bounds son, now how that sound Dunn<br>I thought we was playin ball, don`t start at round one<br><br>[Ref - Dreddy Kruger]<br>Time the fuck out!<br>I got a illegal defense on the wack MC<br>Number four, you can`t be doin that shit<br>Hold on God, peace God, hold on, hold on<br>(Killa Sin: Oh shit I`m snuffin you!)<br><br>[Tekitha]<br>Soul... in the hole...<br>Soul... in the hole...<br><br>[Shyheim]<br>I know niggaz liver than Allan Iverson<br>Take it to the hole and roll it in, triple-double in<br>Suicide drills get your cavs built<br>Crossovers ill, have you thinkin water split<br>With the 2-3 zone we smoke em, like bones<br>And with the W-I-N, we, punchy at home<br>Sore losers take off they jersey, cause they ain`t James Worthy<br>Your bitch mad cause they ain`t get they hands dirty<br>Lame, better not open up that Gatorade<br>until you game sport, hit the gym and train<br>Do some jumping jacks and situps, then maybe you can get up<br>But as for now the scoreboard gets lit up<br>Take you down the middle, and throw it all day<br>We number one draft pick W-S-A<br>Nigga, you can`t stop my J<br>How I do it everyday<br><br>[Killa Sin]<br>Yo, we throwin 52 blocks at outside shots to bubble up the snot box<br>No penalties or shot blocks, it`s similar to Comstock kid<br>You catch an elbow in this hell Hole of concrete<br>Add a touch of Soul before we compete<br>You better have your Vietnam fleet my squad deep like Ethiopians<br>Peep me in the open and I`m closin in<br>Focus on the broken rim now, we shake a bone out your stand<br>Toss a backpass, with enough force that it`d crack glass<br>We celebratin at last for stoppin you<br>So take your sorry black ass, back to the lockerroom, yo<br>My team work to make your team hurt, we pullin up skirts<br>So back down, before these Wu niggaz tear the fuckin shot down<br>What what what? No doubt, no doubt<br>We got the all-star lineup here<br>Y`all niggaz better sign up for my team kid, for real<br><br>[Tekitha]<br>Soul... in the hole...<br>Soul... in the hole...<br>Soul... in the hole...<br>So-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ul... in the ho-oh-le-le-le-le, Soul