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Diplomats - Take Em To Church (feat. Unkasa) 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 niggaz 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 Killed then, B popped up
  • But B hopped up, and stil poke out his Chest
  • I'm Probation, Doe 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 ***** like Tarzan, aw damn
  • -(Hook)-
  • [Cam'Ron]
  • Yo, I kill 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, give the churches somethin'
  • A rec' center, in the winter where they youth can play
  • they don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray
  • I'm no better, still move a duece a day
  • Thats two keys, I still move VA
  • 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*

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