[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered today to listen to a 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, preach [Rev.:] [Fab:] Preach Brother [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 wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday These bitches get a one day You fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun pool If not you gotta walk a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray If you keep your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your So if I a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah I grab 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 take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps (?) Pimps wit but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, pimps
2] I feel the angel of God All I gotta do is drive the through and nod It's like I was put to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put in the chair Put in the rear I even put 20 footwear in my spare Lord knows I gotta on them spinners Dis verse is like that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin they gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of And I ain't been a trick kinda like its against 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 same thing I shake with the 'K If a nigga a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit At the I get right in So if heaven got a I should fit right in God me
[Reverend 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 domestic ho, or an ho? A ho, or a broke ass ho?
3] Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who tha wrong moves wit the women and for it You make the wrong when you come and you try for it New York of God I saved some of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the I hit my apostle's wit the coke heal a sick soon as it get in nostrils A Dros Trios, the organs on ya A turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, be a morgue aroma I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to me while I'm fillin 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 some of ya'll are But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know Ya just a hater.. hate what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the Then look you in the face, they think you did it They hate (They hate change) And they progress hate me and they hate you They hate own momma 'cause they think its her fault that ain't got shit But I'm to tell ya today That if you a you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the plate So go up on the corner And buy me a sandwich Y'all hold it down, be right back Tha Reverend Brown And don't you forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, ass motherfuckers [fades