Church Featcharlie Murphy Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

[Reverend preaching] 

Ha ha ha haa 

Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today 

to listen to a young man that's on fiiya 

You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy 

and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S 

Fabolous 

[Fab:] Preach, Brother preach 

[Rev.:] Fabolous 

[Fab:] Preach Brother preach 

[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church 

[Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh 

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[Verse 1] 

Yo, I preach through my raps 

God is watchin me I still reach to my strap 

Broads is watchin me they want to leech to my trap 

Tha 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 be 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 moon shine or the sun ray 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 

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[Reverend preaching] 

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 (?) 

Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) 

Nice pimps, mean pimps 

[Verse 2] 

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 20 inch footwear in my spare 

Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners 

Dis 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 

[Reverend preaching] 

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? (Lil' teenie weenie) 

A domestic ho, or an international ho? 

A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? 

[Verse 3] 

Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made 

tha 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 pieu's up 

I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the 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 to the Germans 

You prolly got the man you love wit you 

But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? 

Can I get an Amen 

[Reverend talking] 

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 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 (They hate change) 

And they hate progress 

They hate me and they hate you 

They hate they own momma 

'cause they think its her fault that they ain't got shit 

But I'm here to tell ya today 

That if you a hater 

Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) 

And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate 

So I'ma go up on the corner 

And buy me a fish sandwich 

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

Tha Reverend Charlie Brown 

And don't you ever forget 

Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous 

Bitch ass motherfuckers 

[fades out]