[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and we're gathered here today to listen to a man that's 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 Brother [Rev.:] to 'em Brother, Church Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I preach through my God is watchin me I still to my strap Broads is watchin me wanna leech to my trap Tha Christ on my neck reach to my lap I teach you to rap in my School These get a one day rule You fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun pool If not you gotta walk like a 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 keep stompin in 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 a dollar at ya scream 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 kinds of You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya that take what they want Ya pimps... Pimps that (?) Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya (Preach to em brother) pimps, mean pimps
2] I feel the angel of God All I gotta do is the Range through and nod It's like I was put here to put in the air Put squares in my ear, put in the chair Put pairs in the I even put 20 inch footwear in my Lord I gotta stay on them spinners Dis verse is like grace that you say on dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be But, sense of relief And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its my belief If she got it from me I'm convinced she a theif But say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do the same thing when I 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 what kind of ho are you? Are you a ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a ho? (Lil' teenie 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 wrong moves wit the and died for it You the wrong moves when you come and you try for it New City of God I 'den saved of New York's prettiest broads I'm the gospel I hit my apostle's wit the that'll heal a sick soon as it get in nostrils A Dros Trios, the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ And a day or two, you'll be a aroma While I go to city 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 ain't hard I'm in the Beamer 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 are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know Ya just a hater.. hate what you got put a black eye on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the Then look you in the face, Like they you did it They change (They hate change) And they hate They hate me and hate you They hate own momma 'cause they think its her fault that they 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 put 25 dollars in the collection plate So I'ma go up on the And buy me a fish hold it down, I'll be right back Tha Reverend Charlie And don't you forget Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Bitch ass out]