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    (feat. Charlie Murphy)

    [Reverend preaching]
    Ha ha ha haa
    Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
    to listen to a young man that's on fiiya
    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

    (Fab): Preach, Brother preach
    (Rev.): Fabolous
    (Fab): Preach Brother preach
    (Rev.): Preach to 'em Brother, Church
    (Fab): Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh

    [Verse 1]
    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
    Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap
    I teach you to rap in my Sunday School
    These bitches get a one day rule
    You gotta fuck be 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 moon shine or the sun ray jewels
    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

    [Reverend preaching]
    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 (?)
    Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
    Nice pimps, mean pimps

    [Verse 2]
    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 20 inch footwear in my spare
    Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
    Dis 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 theif
    But they say God giveth and He taketh away
    And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
    If a nigga 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

    [Reverend preaching]
    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? (Lil' teenie weenie)
    A domestic ho, or an international ho?
    A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?

    [Verse 3]
    Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
    tha 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 pieu's up
    I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the 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 to the Germans
    You prolly got the man you love wit you
    But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
    Can I get an Amen

    [Reverend talking]
    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 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 (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 shit
    But I'm here to tell ya today
    That if you a hater
    Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
    And someody just put 25 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, Fabolous
    Bitch ass motherfuckers
    {*fades out*}

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