Swizz Beatz - Preach lyrics

[Jim Jones] I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) Still got n***as that be pointin’ guns at the po-po Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos That was you in front the building when she was hoppin' out my four-door sh**, but what you like 19 now? But you probably still never had like 19 thou' In my day I had to work to bring the white fiends down Brought some crackheads around, just to wipe the V down Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces? Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the cases sh**, I’m from Harlem, what I stunt in is outrageous Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us And sh**, I prayed to God, but the lord never saved us So we stuck what we stuck, what was f**in' with that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached We take trips to different places with the butler attached Or playback the Maybach, press a bu*ton relax [Swizz Beats & Jim Jones] Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh [Jim Jones] Supreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering Baby this is art that come with no commission Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision Private jets just to blow the izzo Parden me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no collisions Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully loaded with em sh**, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside) My n***a Gleem is like a blow magician sh**, he cook it up and watch it disappear sh**, now light it up and let it hit the air (light that up) I was spittin’ Ace of Spade all in this b**h’s ear I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a part of us Four b**hes packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus All this tough talk, but n***as ain’t as hard as us I cook coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up [Swizz Beats & Jim Jones] Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh