Soul in the Hole movie - Soul in the Hole lyrics
rate meSong by Wu All-Stars (Timbo King, Shyheim, Killa Sin) f/ Tekitha<br /><br>
[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>
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[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>
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[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>
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[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>
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[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<br>
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