Georgia Plains (holy Grounds) - Witchdoctor

featuring Cool Breeze 

This is what I want you to do, right? 
Take your shoes off, goddamn ground is holy 
I understand that 

Give me strength Lord, Lord 
Give me strength, Give me strength 
Give me strength Lord 

Witchdoctor: 
Ugh, My choice was the streets, kinda came natural to me 
So i'm fishin', trouble comes 
I'm dishin' out some shots from the doctor's gun 
Got me trapped in this world under this moon and sun 
Shit aint fun or funny, fuck a smile, i'ts 'bout collectin' money 
I'm tryin' to take better care of my body this quarter 
Docter say drink more water, but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch 
Life sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit 
Seven years of tears in the game 
Made me one of the smallest preditors on this Georgia plain 
In the fields, in the hills, never picked no cotton 
It's the nigga wit that golden trigga 
I'm seein' more planes in the sky at night 
Look like UFO's, think they transportin' dem kilo's 
The drug cartel has swelled out of proportion 
On the corner everyday we indorsin' 
The street life is my life, scratchin' to stay on top 
I'm rappin' it for my block, Atlanta 
You betta have some game in yo' veins 
You betta learn this southern slang 

(Cool Breeze talking) 
Thats right, from East Point to Southwest 
Southwest to East Piont, y'all know what it is 
Come on in 

Cool Breeze: 
I'm hearin' rumors about what yo' clique gone do 
I stepped up like it was cool and confronted his crew 
I said "Now which one of y'al suppose to take me to school?" 
If you see a lame nigga, nigga take