Fabolous | Lyrics | Church

Brothers and sisters, we're gathered here today
To listen to a young man that's on fire
You sittin' in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy
And I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F A B O L O U S, Fabolous

Preach, brother, preach
(Fabolous)
Preach, Brother, preach
(Preach to 'em brother, Church)
Uh uh uh uh

Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin' me, I still reach to my strap
Broads is watchin' me, they wanna leech to my trap
The Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap

I teach you to rap in my Sunday School
These b****** get a one day rule
You gotta f*** by Monday, cool?
Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool

If not, you gotta walk like a runway fool
Catch me in the moonshine or the sunray jewels
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

They should make scriptures wit my flows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at ya, scream, "Hallelujah"
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya, Church

Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla pimps
That take what they want
Ya all-star pimps

Pimps that [Incomprehensible]
Pimps wit nothin' but the Gators on their feet
(Preach to 'em, brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps

I feel like the angel of God
All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
It's like I was put here to put layers in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair, put pairs in the rear

I even put twenty inch footwear in my spare
Lord knows, I gotta stay on them spinners
This verse is like grace that you say on your dinners
Girls come wit me knowin' that they gonna be sinners

But, I'ma sense of relief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a thief
But they say God giveth and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K

If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, goddamit
At the club I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto, I should fit right in
God loves me

Now just what kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho?
That's right

Are you a big ho or a little ho?
A domestic ho, or an international ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?

Yea, my momma got my name from the Baptist
Who made the wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York, City of God, I den saved some of New York's prettiest broads

I'm spittin' the gospel, I hit my apostle's wit the coke
That'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor

And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city fillin' the pews up
I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin' my UZ' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin' my shoes up

I ease 'em wit a sermon but that ain't hard
When I'm in the beamer before they released 'em for the Germans
You probably got the man you love wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen?

Now some of ya'll are pimps, and some of ya'll are hoes
But the rest the rest of ya'll don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater, they hate what you got
They put a black eye on the game whenever they play

They piss in the pool and they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face like they think you did it
They hate change and they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you

They hate they own momma
'Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got s***
But I'm here to tell ya today
That if you a hater, then you are the architect of your own misery

And someody just put twenty-five dollars in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the corner and buy me a fish sandwich
Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back
Tha Reverend Charlie Brown and don't you ever forget

Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous
(Yeah, b**** ass m************)