(feat. Tekitha)



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo yo yo whassup where my team 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 niggaz is forward

Shyheim, I want you on guard

Tekitha baby girl yo check it you play center

Let's rip these niggaz asses, c'mon kid

Word up, run



[Tekitha]

Hole... hole... oh oh ohhhh



[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 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 bassline

to score points frequent



Yo, yo

Yo check the mic so I can slam without a crossover

Wack jump shot punk rock players get tossed over

by the bleachers, I'm bringin pressure like a power foward

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 hard boilin

Swish shot in your face, your coach is callin

for a timeout, I bomb your rhyme, 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



[Ref - Dreddy Kruger]

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

(Killa Sin: Oh shit I'm snuffin you!)



[Tekitha]

Soul... in the hole...

Soul... in the hole...



[Shyheim]

I know niggaz liver than Allan Iverson

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

Suicide drills get your cavs built

Crossovers ill, have you thinkin water split

With the 2-3 zone we smoke em, like bones

And with the W-I-N, we, punchy at 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

until you game sport, hit the gym and train

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

But as for now the scoreboard gets lit up

Take you 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



[Killa Sin]

Yo, we throwin 52 blocks at outside shots to bubble up the snot box

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

You catch an elbow in this hell Hole 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 backpass, with enough force that it'd crack glass

We celebratin at last for stoppin you

So take your sorry black ass, back to the lockerroom, yo

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

So back down, before these Wu niggaz tear the fuckin shot down

What what what?  No doubt, no doubt

We got the all-star lineup here

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



[Tekitha]

Soul... in the hole...

Soul... in the hole...

Soul... in the hole...

So-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ul... in the ho-oh-le-le-le-le, Soul