[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're here today to listen to a young man that's on You in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fab:] Preach, Brother [Rev.:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] to 'em Brother, Church Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my Broads is watchin me they wanna to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck to my lap I teach you to rap in my School These bitches get a one day You gotta be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick the hun play pool If not you gotta walk like a fool me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels If you keep sayin your prayers one day you'll.. ..be blessed like me then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Bishop Don that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the of my robe and pop a collar 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 take what they want Ya all-star pimps... that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the 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 pairs in the I even put 20 inch footwear in my Lord knows I gotta stay on spinners Dis is like grace 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 a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm she a theif But they say God and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I shake the 'K If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, At the I get right in So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit in God me
[Reverend Now what kind of ho are you? Are you a ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' weenie) A domestic ho, or an ho? A rich ho, or a ass ho?
3] Yea, me momma got my from the Baptist who made tha wrong moves wit the women and for it You make the moves when you come and you try for it New York of God I 'den saved some of New prettiest broads I'm the gospel I hit my wit the coke that'll heal a sick 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, be a morgue aroma While I go to city fillin 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 ease 'em wit a sermon, but that hard When I'm in the before they released 'em to the Germans You got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit Can I get an
[Reverend Now of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know Ya just a hater.. They hate you got put a black 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 they you did it They change (They hate change) And hate progress They hate me and they you hate they own momma 'cause think its her fault that they ain't got shit But I'm to tell ya today That if you a Then you are the outter take or your own (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection So I'ma go up on the And buy me a fish Y'all it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Brown And you ever forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Bitch ass out]