Fabolous - Church (Featuring Charlie Murphy) lyrics

Brothers and sisters, we're gathered here today To listen to a young man that's on fire You sittin' in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy And I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F A B O L O U S, Fabolous Preach, brother, preach (Fabolous) Preach, Brother, preach (Preach to 'em brother, Church) Uh uh uh uh Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin' me, I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin' me, they wanna leech to my trap The Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These b**hes get a one day rule You gotta f** by Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool If not, you gotta walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moonshine or the sunray j**els If you keep sayin' your prayers Maybe one day you'll be blessed like me 'Til then keep stompin' in your Air Force O N E S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya, scream, "Hallelujah" While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya, Church Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps That take what they want Ya all-star pimps Pimps that [Incomprehensible] Pimps wit nothin' but the Gators on their feet (Preach to 'em, brother) Nice pimps, mean pimps I feel like the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair, put pairs in the rear I even put twenty inch footwear in my spare Lord knows, I gotta stay on them spinners This verse is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin' that they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a thief But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K If a n***a make a mistake wit the pay, goddamit At the club I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto, I should fit right in God loves me Now just what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? That's right Are you a big ho or a little ho? A domestic ho, or an international ho? A rich ho, or a broke a** ho? Yea, my momma got my name from the Baptist Who made the wrong moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York, City of God, I den saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin' the gospel, I hit my apostle's wit the coke That'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin' the pews up I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin' my UZ' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin' my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon but that ain't hard When I'm in the beamer before they released 'em for the Germans You probably got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen? Now some of ya'll are pimps, and some of ya'll are hoes But the rest the rest of ya'll don't think I don't know Ya just a hater, they hate what you got They put a black eye on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool and they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face like they think you did it They hate change and they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate they own momma 'Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got sh** But I'm here to tell ya today That if you a hater, then you are the architect of your own misery And someody just put twenty-five dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the corner and buy me a fish sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie Brown and don't you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous (Yeah, b**h a** motherf**ers)