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featuring Cool Breeze
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This is what I want you to do, right?
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Take your shoes off, goddamn ground is holy
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I understand that
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Give me strength Lord, Lord
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Give me strength, Give me strength
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Give me strength Lord
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Witchdoctor:
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Ugh, My choice was the streets, kinda came natural to me
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So i'm fishin', trouble comes
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I'm dishin' out some shots from the doctor's gun
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Got me trapped in this world under this moon and sun
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Shit aint fun or funny, fuck a smile, i'ts 'bout collectin' money
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I'm tryin' to take better care of my body this quarter
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Docter say drink more water, but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch
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Life sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit
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Seven years of tears in the game
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Made me one of the smallest preditors on this Georgia plain
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In the fields, in the hills, never picked no cotton
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It's the nigga wit that golden trigga
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I'm seein' more planes in the sky at night
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Look like UFO's, think they transportin' dem kilo's
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The drug cartel has swelled out of proportion
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On the corner everyday we indorsin'
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The street life is my life, scratchin' to stay on top
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I'm rappin' it for my block, Atlanta
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You betta have some game in yo' veins
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You betta learn this southern slang
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(Cool Breeze talking)
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Thats right, from East Point to Southwest
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Southwest to East Piont, y'all know what it is
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Come on in
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Cool Breeze:
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I'm hearin' rumors about what yo' clique gone do
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I stepped up like it was cool and confronted his crew
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I said "Now which one of y'al suppose to take me to school?"
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If you see a lame nigga, nigga take his shoes
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I'm from Eats Point, Atlanta, we dont fight by rules
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You dont know Cool Breeze or lil Freddy Calhoun
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In this place, the dirty south, we'll hit ya for a lick
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Sell you dreams, nice things, and it be a box of bricks
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Most haters, imitators, think they know Cool Breeze
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Aint jack but a rat on my East Point cheese
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I know it iritates yo' ears, how I chop these trees
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You nothin' but a lame 'round these EPV's
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All my enemies who don't know what they jumped in
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If the doctor came through once, he'll come through again
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And when look and he ask me where everybody is
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They didnt believe in your return so they ran for the hills
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And I still got that same pain in my chest
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My perscription stress, no cess, and wear a Teflon vest
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And these niggas still try and test
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Dont even know me or these Georgia plains
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Boy these grounds are HOLYYYY!!!!!
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Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)
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