Take Em To Church

Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Uh (Killa) This that Harlem music right here This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winter music right here This what it is Killa (Uh) Dipset (Uh) [Verse 1: Cam'ron, Juelz Santana & Un Kasa] You know me, dog, I just wanna keep the peace (Brother) But sayin' my name, that's only gon' lead to beef (Goddamn) Tell my niggas 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? Give me the MAC, let me work him with that Tell Mr. Rogers I leave his brain on the trolley track Now parlay that Listen, y'all stop it (Stop it), know you appalled, got it But this my call 'bout a false prophet, all profit (All profit) Harlem hustler (Yep), I can't at all knock it (Not at all) But you hard when you go in the Lord pockets (Damn) What you offerin'? Put it right in offerin' They take it all, cash, credit, silver, down to porcelain Look at the Porsche he's in (Look at it) Ain't give a portionin' (To who?) No handicap, Annie or her orphan friends, friend But the sizzurp I'm drinking on Birds I'm thinking on Get your Kirk Franklin on Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on Just when you think it's wrong (What?) One blink, he's gone (Damn) [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] Father, forgive us We gon' take him to church Father, forgive us And the truth, it hurts Father, forgive us And that won't work No, no, no, no, no way [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, you try to handle us, get on the air and damage us Screamin' out Harlem, huh? Like you ain't just abandoned us (Where you been at?) Well, let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us Blink so mad, he went and beat up Canibus Zeke got shot, then Zeke locked up (Then) E got killed (What else?), B popped up, but B hopped up and still broke out his chest (What else?) On probation, Doe on house arrest (What up, Doe?) Right out the flesh, sit in the house and rest He don't pout, get him gear, in the house, he's fresh (Fresh) Not that you care, just get it clear and think One glare and wink (What happen?), everyone wearin' pink (Goddamn) I'm the reason that your two rings are clear, yeah (What else?) I'm the reason that your earrings are square, you hear? (Uh-huh) Now we take trips, casinos to lovely homes You check on Lotti moms, mi no honeycombs (No combs) Uh, you tryna fake it with Cardan, pardon You go and leave 'em naked like Tarzan [Interlude: Cam'ron] Cudda Love know that too Holla at Cudda (Damn), ask Nelly about him (Uh-huh) [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] 'Fore we gon' take you to church Father, forgive us And the truth, it hurts Father, forgive us And that won't work No, no, no, no, no way (Killa) No, no, no, no, no way [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Yo, I kill diamonds, get with pearls, I ain't tryna kid the world I ain't got beef, when I do, I say (Get 'em, girl) Not a diss, dog (Nope), we just heard the frontin' (Heard it) Do Harlem a favor (What?), get a church or somethin' (Somethin') A rec center in the winter where the youth can play They don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray (Damn) I'm no better (Nope), still move a deuce a day (That's two) That's two keys, I still move the yay Found a newer way, my crew do and say Fistfights to shootouts, we won't move away [Outro: Cam'ron] 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 Belizeans Thirty deep, 33, Polo Grounds, St. Nick, Colonial, Drew Lincoln, Taft, Foster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner Wilson, East River, The 9 145th St. Nick, 145th Broadway Luka, Taliban 135th, 118th, Manhattan 134th and 8th, Powerful, what's really poppin'? Sarge, hold your head, Freekey Zekey, hold your head The old BBO, 151st Amsterdam, holla at your boy, AK, Jackie Rob All my niggas in Harlem, get your hustle on Keep your muscles strong I know about the blocks you hustle on Killa, Dipset