[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered today to to a young man that's on fiiya You in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and I'ma bring it to ya wit F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fab:] Preach, Brother [Rev.:] [Fab:] Preach preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I preach through my God is me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck to my lap I you to rap in my Sunday School These get a one day rule You fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun pool If not you gotta walk a runway fool me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S They make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya scream While I the neck of my robe 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 that take what they Ya pimps... Pimps that (?) wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean
2] I feel the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the Range and nod It's like I was put here to put in the air Put squares in my ear, put squares in the Put in the rear I even put 20 inch footwear in my Lord I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that gonna be sinners But, I'ma of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its my belief If she got it from me I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh And I can do the thing when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, At the I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I fit right in God me
preaching] Now just kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a 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 momma got my name from the who made tha wrong moves wit the and died for it You make the moves when you come and you try for it New York of God I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest I'm spittin the I hit my apostle's wit the coke heal a sick soon as it get in nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the on ya A 40-Caliber'll ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue While I go city to city fillin the up I ask God to me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but ain't hard 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 have the Man above wit Can I get an
talking] Now some of are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate you got They put a black eye on on the whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they on the elevator Then look you in the face, they think you did it They hate (They hate change) And they hate They hate me and hate you They they own momma 'cause think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to ya today if you a hater Then you are the outter or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 in the collection plate So go up on the corner And buy me a sandwich Y'all it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Brown And don't you forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, ass motherfuckers [fades