Diplomats - Take Em To Church (feat. Unkasa) Lyrics
[Cam'Ron]Uh, This that Harlem music right hereThis that diddy bop, let's get ready for the winter music right hereThis what it is[Cam'Ron]You know me dog I just wanna keep the peaceBut sayin' my name that's only gon lead to beefTell my niggaz chill but they wanna heat the streetsOr do it on record check it, we spit heat to beats[Juelz Santana]Everybody welcomin' this and welcomin' thatHe wasn't welcome in the first place how we welcome him back[Un Kasa]Gimmie that Mack let me work him wit thatTell 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 itBut this my call by the false prophet, all profitHarlem hustla, I can't at all knock itBut you hard when you go in the lords PocketWhat 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, friendBut the sizzurp I'm drinkin' on, birds I'm bankin' onGet cha Kirk Franklin on, word, so get ya Ben Franklin onJust when you think it's wrong, one blink he's gone{Hook}Father forgive us but we gon take him to churchFather forgive us and the truth it hurtsFather forgive us and that won't workNo no no no no way, AY[Cam'Ron]Yo you try and handle us, get on the air and damage usScreamin' out Harlem World, like you ain't just abandon usWell let me fill you in, now its a whole clan of usBlink so mad he went and beat us CannibusThen Zeek got shot, then Zeek locked upE got Killed then, B popped upBut B hopped up, and stil poke out his ChestI'm Probation, Doe on house arrestRight out the flesh, sit in the house and restHe don't pout get em gear, in the house we freshNot that you care, just get it clear and thinkOne glare and wink, everyone wearin pinkI'm the reason that ya two rings are clear, yeahI'm the reason that ya earrings are square, ya hearNow we take trips, casino's, lovely homesWe check on Lodi mom's, Meano, Huddy CombsHomes, You tryna fake wit CardanPar-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 worldI 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 playthey don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and sprayI'm no better, still move a duece a dayThats two keys, I still move VAFound the new-away, my crew do and sayFists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away-(1/2 Hook)-*Talking to the end*
