[Reverend preaching]
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Ha ha ha haa
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Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
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to listen to a young man that's on fiiya
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You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy
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and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
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Fabolous
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[Fab:] Preach, Brother preach
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[Rev.:] Fabolous
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[Fab:] Preach Brother preach
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[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church
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[Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
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[Verse 1]
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Yo, I preach through my raps
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God is watchin me I still reach to my strap
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Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap
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Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap
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I teach you to rap in my Sunday School
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These bitches get a one day rule
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You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?
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Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool
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If not you gotta walk like a runway fool
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Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels
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If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll....be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
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They should make scriptures wit my flows
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I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
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So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah
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While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya
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Church
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[Reverend preaching]
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Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
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You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
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pimps that take what they want
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Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)
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Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
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Nice pimps, mean pimps
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[Verse 2]
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I feel like the angel of God
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All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
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It's like I was put here to put layers in the air
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Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair
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Put pairs in the rear
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I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare
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Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
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Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners
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Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners
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But, I'ma sense of relief
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And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief
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If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif
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But they say God giveth and He taketh away
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And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
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If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
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At the club I get right in
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So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in
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God loves me
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[Reverend preaching]
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Now just what kind of ho are you?
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Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)
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Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)
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A domestic ho, or an international ho?
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A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?
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[Verse 3]
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Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
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tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
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You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
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New York City of God
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I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
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I'm spittin the gospel
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I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick
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soon as it get in they nostrils
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A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
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A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor
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And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
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While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up
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I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up
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Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
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I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
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When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans
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You prolly got the man you love wit you
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But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
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Can I get an Amen
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[Reverend talking]
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Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes
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But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know
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Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
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They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play
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They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
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Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it
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They hate change (They hate change)
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And they hate progress
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They hate me and they hate you
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They hate they own momma
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Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit
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But I'm here to tell ya today
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That if you a hater
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Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
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And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate
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So I'ma go up on the corner
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And buy me a fish sandwich
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