Take 'em To Church Lyrics - Cam'ron

Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop 

Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is You know me dog, I just wanna keep the peace 

But sayin' my name that's only gon' lead to beef 

Tell my niggaz chill but they wanna heat the streets 

Or do it on record check it we spit heat to beats 

Everybody welcomin' this, welcomin' that 

He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? 

Gimme that Mack, let me work him wit that 

Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that 

Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it 

But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet 

Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it 

But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket 

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What you offerin' put it right in offerin' 

They take it all, cash, credit, silver down the porcelain 

Look at the Porche he's in and give a portionin' 

No handicap, Annie you're orphan friend, friend 

But the sizzurp I'm drinkin' on, birds I'm bankin' on 

Get Cha Kirk Franklin on, word, so get ya Ben Franklin on 

Just when you think it's wrong, one blink he's gone 

Father forgive us but we gon' take 'em to Church 

Father forgive us and the truth it hurts 

Father forgive us and that won't work 

No, no, no, no, noway 

Yo, you try to handle us, get on the air and damage us 

Screamin' out Harlem world, like you ain't just abandon us 

Well, let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us 

Blink so mad he went and beat us Cannibus 

Zeek got shot then Zeek locked up 

E got killed, B popped up but B hopped up 

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And still poke out his chest 

I'm probation, Doe on house arrest 

Right out the flesh, sit in the house rest 

He don't pout get 'em gear, in the house we fresh 

Not that you care, just get it clear and think 

One glare and wink, everyone wearin' pink 

I'm the reason that ya two rings are clear, yeah 

I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, ya hear 

Now, we take trips, casinos' the lovely homes 

We check on Lodi mom's, Meano, Huddy Combs 

Huh, you tryna' fake wit Cardan, Pardan 

We gon' leave him naked like Tarzan 

But we gon' take 'em to Church 

Father forgive us and the truth it hurts 

Father forgive us and that won't work 

No, no, no, no, noway 

No, no, no, no, noway 

Yo, I kill diamonds get wit pearls, I ain't tryna kid the world 

I ain't got beef, when I do I say, get 'em girls 

Not at this dog, we just heard the frontin' 

Do Harlem a favor, give the churches somethin' 

A rec' center, in the winter where the youth can play 

They don't even shoot the J, sell drugs shoot his spray 

I'm no better still move a duece a day that's two keys, I still move VA 

Found the new away, my crew do and say 

Fists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away 

All my niggas who held it down the last half a decade 

My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 139th, Black Tone, White Tone 

142nd Rell Street and 141st, Tito, my Jamaicans, my Belegians 

33 33, Polo grounds, St.Nick Colonial Jurist, Lincoln 

Tab, Forster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner, Wilson 

East River, The 9, 145th St.Nick, 145th Broadway 

Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th Manhattan 

134th and 8th, powerful what's really popping 

Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head 

The OBBO, 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy 

A.K. Jackie Rob, all my niggas in Harlem 

Get your hustle on keep your muzzle strong 

I know about the blocks you hustle on