Текст песни 4 In the Temple (feat. Big Gipp, T-Mo & Phoenix) - Witchdoctor
Got
to
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
goddamn
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
why'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
want
to
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
Out
of
here
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