The Diplomats

The Diplomats - Take Em To Church lyrics

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

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

Everybody welcomin' this and welcomin' that

He wasn't welcome in the first place how we welcome him back

Gimmie that Mack let me work him wit that

Tell Mr. Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolly track, now prolly that

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

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

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 naked like Tarzan, aw damn

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

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