Karaoke text písně Cam'ron - Take Em To Church

Killa
This that Harlem Music Right Here.
This that Diddy Bop, Get ready for the winter music
That's what it is.
Killa, Dip Set

[Cam’Ron Verse]
You know me dawg, I just wanna keep the peace
But saying my name, that's only gon' lead to beef
Tell my niggas chill, but they wanna heat the street
Or do it on record, Check-it we spit heat to beats

[Juelz Santana Verse]
Everybody Welcoming this, Welcoming that
He wasn’t welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back?
[Un Kasa verse]
Give me the mack, let me work em' with that
Tell “Mr. Rogers” i'll leave his brains on the trolley track
Now polly that

[Cam’Ron Verse]
Listen, ya’ll Stop It (Stop it) know you appalled dotted
But this my call bout a false prophet, all profit (all profit)
Harlem Hustler (yep), I can’t at all knock it (nope)
But you hard when you go in the lords pockets
What you offering, put it write in offering
They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver down to porcelain
Look at the Porsche he’s in, and give a portioning (To Who?)
No handicap, Annie or her orphan friends
Friend, but the Sizzurp I’m drinking on
Birds I’m bankin on, get your Kirk Franklin on
Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on
Just when you think it’s wrong, One blink, he’s gone (damn)

[Chorus]
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

[Cam’Ron 2nd verse]
Yo, you try to handle us, get on the air and damage us
Screaming out Harlem huh, like you ain’t just abandon 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 poke out his chest
On probation, Doe on house arrest (what up Doe)
Right out the flesh, Sit in a house and rest
He don’t pout, get him gear, in the house he fresh (Fresssh)
Not that you care, just get it clear and think
One glare and wink, Everyone wearing pink
I’m the reason that your two rings are clear, yeah (what else?)
I’m the reason that your ear rings is square, ya' hear
Now we take trips, casinos to lovely homes
You check on Lotties mom, Minos, Huddycombs (Homes)
You tryna fake it with Cardan, pardon
You gonna leave em' naked like Tarzan

[Cam'ron Talking]
Kudo Love know that too.
Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him.

[Chorus]

[Cam’Ron 3rd verse]
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 Girls”
Not a diss dawg (nope) we just heard the fronting (Heard It)
Do Harlem a favor (What?) get a church or something (something)
A rec center in the winter where the youth can play
They don’t even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray
I’m no better (nope) still move a deuce a day
That’s two keys, I still move the Yay (Yayo)
Found a newer way, my crew do and say
Fist Fights to Shoot Outs, we won’t move away

[Chorus behind Cam’Ron talking]
All my niggas that 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 zeeky hold your head.
The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy.
A.K. Jackie Rob, All my niggas in Harlem.
Get your hustle on, keep your muscles strong
I know about the blocks you hustle on