The Diplomats - Take 'Em to Church lyrics

[Cam'Ron] Uh, This that Harlem music right here This that diddy bop, let's get ready for the winter music right here This what it is [Cam'Ron] You know me dog I just wanna keep the peace But sayin' my name that's only gon lead to beef Tell my n***as chill but they wanna heat the streets Or do it on record check it, we spit heat to beats [Juelz Santana] Everybody welcomin' this and welcomin' that He wasn't welcome in the first place how we welcome him back [Un Kasa] Gimmie that Mack let me work him wit that Tell Mr. Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolly track, now prolly that [Cam'ron] Listen, y'all stop it, I know you apalled dot it But this my call by the false prophet, all profit Harlem hustla, I can't at all knock it But you hard when you go in the lords Pocket What you offerin' put it right in offerin' They take it all, cash, credit, silver down the porcelin' Look at the porche he's in, and give a portionin' No handicap, annie or and 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 {Hook} Father forgive us but 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, AY [Cam'Ron] Yo you try and 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 its a whole clan of us Blink so mad he went and beat us Cannibus Then Zeek got shot, then Zeek locked up E got k**ed then, B popped up But B hopped up, and stil poke out his Chest I'm Probation, Don't on house arrest Right out the flesh, sit in the house and 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, casino's, lovely homes We check on Lodi mom's, Meano, Huddy Combs Homes, You tryna fake wit Cardan Par-dan, we gon leave him naked like Tarzan, aw damn -(Hook)- [Cam'Ron] Yo, I k** 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, get a church or Somethin' Or a rec'center, in the winter Where the youth could play They don't even shoot the J Sell d**, shoot and spray I'm no better, still move a duece a day Thats two keys, I still move the yay Found the new-away, my crew do and say Fists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away -(1/2 Hook)- *Talking to the end*