[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're gathered today to listen to a young man on fiiya You sittin in the church wit Charlie Murphy and I'ma it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fab:] Preach, preach [Rev.:] [Fab:] Preach preach [Rev.:] to 'em Brother, Church Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I preach my raps God is me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday These bitches get a one day You gotta be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play 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 Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes They should make scriptures wit my I'm the young Bishop Don that stripped ya for your hoes 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 world that we in, there's all kinds of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya pimps that take they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps (?) wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean
2] I like the angel of God All I gotta do is the Range through and nod It's like I was put to put layers in the air Put in my ear, put squares in the chair Put in the rear I even put 20 footwear in my spare Lord I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on your Girls come wit me knowin that gonna be sinners But, I'ma sense of And I ain't never a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He away And I can do the same thing I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, At the club I get in So if got a ghetto I should fit right in God me
preaching] Now what kind of ho are you? Are you a tough ho, or a ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' 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 moves wit the women and died for it You make the moves when you come and you try for it New York of God I 'den saved of New York's prettiest broads I'm spittin the I hit my wit the coke that'll heal a sick as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a donor And a day or two, you'll be a aroma While I go city to city the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my up I 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you wit you But you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an
talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't I don't know Ya just a hater.. They what you got They put a black eye on on the game they play They in the pool, And they fart on the elevator look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate (They hate change) And they hate They hate me and hate you They they own momma 'cause they think its her fault that they got shit But I'm here to tell ya if you a hater Then you are the outter take or own business (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 Charlie Brown And you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Bitch ass out]