[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 Reverend Murphy and bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fab:] Preach, Brother [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 is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my reach to my lap I you to rap in my Sunday School bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play If not you gotta walk like a runway Catch me in the moon or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that ya for your hoes So if I throw a dollar at ya Hallelujah While I grab the of my robe and pop a collar to ya
[Reverend Now in this world that we live in, there's all of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya pimps that what they want Ya all-star 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 drive the Range and nod like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put in the chair Put in the rear I put 20 inch footwear in my spare Lord knows I stay on them spinners Dis verse is like that you say on your dinners come wit me knowin that they 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 say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same when I shake with the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, At the club I get in So if heaven got a ghetto I 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 rich ho, or a ass ho?
3] Yea, me momma got my from the Baptist who made tha moves wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves you come and you try for it New York of God I 'den saved some of New York's broads I'm spittin the I hit my apostle's wit the that'll heal a sick soon as it get in nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a donor And a day or two, you'll be a morgue While I go city to city the pieu's 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 that hard I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you have the Man above wit you? Can I get an
[Reverend Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of are hoes But the rest.. the of ya'll.. don't think 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 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 they you hate they own momma 'cause they think its her fault that they got shit But I'm to tell ya today That if you a Then you are the take or your 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, be right back Tha Reverend Charlie And you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, ass motherfuckers [fades