[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters gathered here today to listen to a young man on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Reverend Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fab:] Preach, preach [Rev.:] [Fab:] Preach preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my Tha Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday These bitches get a one day You gotta fuck be Monday, Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun pool If not you walk like a runway fool Catch me in the moon or the sun ray jewels If you sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force Nikes They should scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream While I grab the neck of my and pop a collar to ya
[Reverend Now in world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya pimps take what they want Ya pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) pimps, mean pimps
2] I feel the angel of God All I gotta do is the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put in the air Put squares in my ear, put in the chair Put pairs in the I even put 20 footwear in my spare Lord knows I stay on them spinners Dis verse is like that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that gonna be sinners But, sense of relief And I ain't never been a kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a But say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a wit the pay, Goddamit At the club I get in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit in God me
preaching] Now what kind of ho are you? Are you a ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) A ho, or an international ho? A ho, or a broke ass ho?
3] Yea, me got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the and died for it You the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New York of God I 'den saved of New York's prettiest broads I'm the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a soon as it get in nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the on ya A turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, be a morgue aroma While I go city to city fillin the up I ask God to forgive me while I'm the Uz' up won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't When I'm in the before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you wit you But wouldn't you rather the Man above wit you? Can I get an
[Reverend Now some of ya'll are pimps, And of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know Ya just a hater.. They hate you got They put a black eye on on the game they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the Then look you in the face, Like think you did it They hate change (They change) And they hate They hate me and hate you They they own momma 'cause they think its her fault they ain't got shit But I'm to tell ya today if you a hater Then you are the outter take or own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the plate So I'ma go up on the And buy me a fish Y'all hold it down, I'll be right Tha Reverend Brown And don't you ever Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, ass motherfuckers [fades