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Church

942Hip-Hop/Rap2004

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Church was released on November 9, 2004 by Elektra Records as a part of the album Real Talk

November 9, 2004

LabelElektra Records

LanguageEnglish

BPM90

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Hahahaha

Brothers and sisters

We're gathered here today to listen to a young man that's on fire

You're sitting in the church of the Reverend Charlie Murphy

And I'm gonna bring it to you

Your brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

Fabulous

Fabulous

Preach to 'em brother, church

I preach through my raps

God is watching me, I still reach to my strap

Broads is watching 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 bitches get a one day rule

You gotta fuck by Monday, cool?

Or she gotta stroke the stick like the Hun play pool

If not, you gotta walk like a runway fool

Catch me in the moonshine or the sun ray jewels

If you keep saying your prayers maybe one day you'll

Be blessed like me

'Til then keep stomping in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes

They should make scriptures with my flows

I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped you for your hoes

So if I throw a dollar to you, scream "Hallelujah"

While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to you

Church

Now in this world that we live in

There's all kinds of pimps

You got your players, your ballers

Your macks, your gorilla pimps

They take what they want

Your all-star pimps

Pimps with strawberries

Pimps with nothing but the gators on their feet

Nice pimps, mean pimps

I feel like an angel of God

All I gotta do is drive the Range through a nod

It's like I was put here to put blares in the air

Put squares in my ear, put squares in a 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 with me knowing that they gonna be sinners

But, I'm a sense of relief

And I ain't never been a trick

Kinda like it's 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 could do the same thing when I shake with the K

If a **** make mistake with the pay

God damn it

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?

Are you a big ho or a little ho?

A domestic ho or an international ho?

A rich ho or a broke ass ho?

Yeah

My mama got my name from the Baptist

Who made the wrong moves with the women and died for it

You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it

In New York City of God

I done saved some of New York's prettiest broads

I'm spitting the gospel

I hit my apostles with the coke that'll heal a sick soon

As it get in they nostrils

Ay Dios mios, bring the organs on ya

A forty caliber'll turn you to an organ donor

In a day or two you'll be a morgue aroma

While I go city to city filling the pews up

I ask God to forgive me while I'm filling my U's up

Demons won't let me see a man filling my shoes up

I need some with a sermon, but that ain't hard

When I'm in the Beamer before they release him from the Germans

You probably got the man you love with you

But wouldn't you rather have the man above with you?

Can I get a amen?

Now some of y'all are pimps

And some of y'all are hoes

But the rest, the rest of y'all

Don't think I don't know, cause I know

You're just a hater

And 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 in your face like they think you did it

They hate change

And they hate progress

They hate me

And they hate you

They hate their own mama

Cause they think it's her fault that they ain't got shit

But I'm here to tell you today

That if you're a hater

Then you are the architect of your own misery

And somebody just put twenty-five dollars in the collection plate

So I'ma go up on the corner and buy me a fish sandwich

And a 40

Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back

The Reverend Charlie Murphy

And don't you ever forget

Fabulous

Fabulous

Fabulous

Yeah, you bitch ass motherfuckers

Written by: Charlie Murphy, Gerard Harmon, John Jackson, Keith Wilkins

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