Sweatbox - You Gon Learn (Early Service) lyrics

[Intro: Woman and Chamillionaire] Cause each and every day that you stay away Breaks my achin' heart in two And it's causing to pray oh baby Uhh, let me talk to my congregation They tell me the money talk so let's get some communication It took forever but you've been patient The negative liars tryin' to hinder the reputation Just know your troubles won't be forsaken They tell me the money talks so just pay me with conversation Everything has a price if you don't know what you'd pay for your life Know what you pay for your life, you gonna learn tonight [Hook: Chamillionaire] This is where you learn how to win The congregation is here, let the conversation begin (Amen) Turn your scriptures to page ten Cause loyalty is everything and flip floppin' should be a sin (Amen) Pa** the offer and play the game If you supportin' the movement then prove it by what you spend Everything has a price if you ain't learned anything in your life Just do whatever you like, you gonna learn tonight [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Tell em you sippin' purple while smoking and getting faded Lying ain't really lying the rappers is entertainment When you get imitated that's when you know that you made it Rappers go after women that every rapper done dated Open the candy gates so she told me she Atheist This vehicle heavenly I just hope that you make the list There isn't a man alive that can say he created this Keep going until your pockets and dropping cremated chips Give me your dead prezzies I'mma roll with the dezzie Eagle that's just so people who evil know I'm ready Pretty women who schemin' and (???) me at the telly That's easy as tryna take off a condom with a machete My congregation is heavy, conversation is sk** Put money inside the plate that I'm offering til it spill Blasphemy if you actually got gangsta after a deal The book of Bernard Friedman say 'thou is not trill' [Hook] [Verse 2: Saigon] I've been knowing for attacking the preacher who doesn't practice what he preach Slapping the rapper to keep inaccuracies in his speech Say he packin' when he reach, it ain't for nothing but for the jack that calls his peeps, that only back him cause he's sweet Yappin bout a rap sheet, when he ain't' even got one This n***a was an athlete, never touched a shot gun Hurt cause he's too fake, worst than the two fate Tough when he be on TV, but in person's a fruitcake Our Father who art in heaven hollow be Thy name That's what he gonna scream if some hollows hit his frame But he ain't to blame he gonna be in a lot of pain Difference between rappers and gangsta's it's not the same Yet I vow my style is holier than thou We good God g**ners, we hold each other down You, you a b**h, you can probably do a full split So come off of the pulpit with that bullsh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] Where do you go when you see the road in the forks split Hope it's some soldiers you're walking into that door with Lucky to people that always thought I would forfeit Have me as twisted as disputed I open corpse with Off course it's the switching, off course it's in my vision Thought I would shooting blanks, but I pop a clip and now listen Devils just keep on coming they masters of repetition Try to k** off my spirit, no time for a exorcism All of this Ammunition, time for a revelation Always was trigger-happy, I never had hesitation They ain't upon my level, me and them ain't adjacent I'm the original and they just some interpolations Livin' inside a world that we know is unfair Rewind to the times when my mother told me that notice was there Then she told me don't just be ready, be over-prepared And always keep God first, well you bout to owe 'm a prayer You almost there [Hook]