[Reverend Ha ha ha haa and sisters we're gathered here 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 brother
[Fab:] Preach, preach [Rev.:] [Fab:] Preach preach [Rev.:] to 'em Brother, Church Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I preach through my God is watchin me I reach to my strap Broads is watchin me wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my reach to my lap I you to rap in my Sunday School These get a one day rule You gotta be Monday, cool? Or she gotta a stick like the hun play pool If not you gotta like a runway fool Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray If you keep sayin prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes 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 While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a to ya
[Reverend Now in this 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 like the of God All I gotta do is the Range through and nod It's I was put here to put layers in the air Put in my ear, put squares in the chair Put in the rear I even put 20 inch in my spare knows I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace 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 against my If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a But they say God giveth and He taketh 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 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 rich ho, or a ass ho?
3] Yea, me momma got my name the Baptist who made 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 'den saved some of New York's prettiest I'm the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a soon as it get in nostrils A Trios, bring the organs on ya A turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue While I go city to fillin the pieu's up I ask God to me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that hard When I'm in the Beamer before they '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
[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 eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like think you did it hate change (They hate change) And they hate hate me and they hate you They hate they own 'cause they its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm here to tell ya That if you a Then you are the outter take or your own (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection So go up on the corner And buy me a fish Y'all hold it down, I'll be right Tha Reverend Charlie And don't you forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, ass motherfuckers [fades