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Witchdoctor - 4 in the Temple lyrics
f/ Big Gipp, T-Mo, Phoenix Gotta get on my job Take it back to the warehouse Plot back in [Gipp] A late night escape, hit me on the script On the hip, gotta dip Hollering, calling me out like a Girl Scout Better go ahead and sell your cookies later Fuck up out my face, rookie Took me on a trip away Chopping trees, eating grits with runny eggs I'm always tripping on the beggars working the same corner Trying to vamp me with the creases in your clothes Sticking cuffs up in my face, don't act Fumbling, pretty scared like tailbacks they flow Knees and elbows got drug in the parking lot So jellybeans (where ya at?) come clean Come on in, sit down, relax and catch your wind Some pretend but this man don't bend Limping like Willy, turning bunks face down On the military campground And I'm out, nigga [Phoenix] Yeah, all this goddam grinding ain't shit (ho hustling) Cause I ain't got nathan to show Except small quantities of blow And enough flow to keep my lil boy belly full But when that little bit run out Pray your card don't get pulled Should my path ever be crossed On my family-feeding missions Missing persons lives lost, inside edition Kissing ass on nine-to-fives ain't gon keep me alive Had to do without a lot still I seem to survive Tried that straight path with the bow lean Better with this new world, fitting in Like a buzzard in a bed of swirl Pearl handle on this firearm Partner stay calm, now pass me your bomb I thought your moms Had told you about them niggas in the slums (East Point, smoke something) [T-Mo] I wish you were me and I was you Maybe then you would see what I go through Each and every day, making up thangs to say, to speak Uplifting words from my soul to keep And my niggas that fantasize how wide the ride get The concert, never the need to rob or car jack The fact is to keep a cool head and chill And get your Bible, it says thou shalt not kill We do it anyway, and focus on short-lived enjoyment And blame it on the white folks cause they supporting it 360 degrees of emcees from the Tree To from one fourth of the MoB (SWATs) [Witchdoctor] Yeah, smallest predator on the Georgia plains I'm about to take your mind on a journey Uh, seeker no sleeper I walk the streets, God keep me safe Evil's raped this planet, damn it I can't stand it, come travel to South West Atlant-ic With me, there will be no stops in the bluff A motherfucker sniffs his snuff Sometimes it's tough to cope Came a long way, and with so far to cover Let me drank with y'all Gs Moether Nature's seeds keep your eyes open The seven seas rumbling, bullets they coming Uh, the devil's shot it, human beings robotic I'm got my chrome, man When niggas start disappearing about cloning Sometimes I feel weak Mentally I'm one of the firest niggas in the street With this rap shit I paid my dues I never thought that I was better than you Uh, niggas wanna die you'll get your wish Goodbye, you outta here, never coming back Niggas dying with their straps, uh I can't adapt, I want a free life I'm in the dark throw me a light Blaze ‘em high, let's expand Rule the land, invest with a vest If you catch a slug to the chest So much turmoil you put yourself in So much sin each of us has slept in Bout to inject this chord You know something about this rap shit But you ain't know nathan about the Lord Outta here |
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