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 his shoes
 I'm from Eats Point, Atlanta, we dont fight by rules
 You dont know Cool Breeze or lil Freddy Calhoun
 In this place, the dirty south, we'll hit ya for a lick
 Sell you dreams, nice things, and it be a box of bricks
 Most haters, imitators, think they know Cool Breeze
 Aint jack but a rat on my East Point cheese
 I know it iritates yo' ears, how I chop these trees
 You nothin' but a lame 'round these EPV's
 All my enemies who don't know what they jumped in
 If the doctor came through once, he'll come through again
 And when look and he ask me where everybody is
 They didnt believe in your return so they ran for the hills
 And I still got that same pain in my chest
 My perscription stress, no cess, and wear a Teflon vest
 And these niggas still try and test
 Dont even know me or these Georgia plains
 Boy these grounds are HOLYYYY!