Take Em To Church

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Uh (Killa)

This that Harlem music right here

This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winter music right here

This what it is

Killa (Uh)

Dipset (Uh)

[Verse 1: Cam'ron, Juelz Santana & Un Kasa]

You know me, dog, I just wanna keep the peace (Brother)

But sayin' my name, that's only gon' lead to beef (Goddamn)

Tell my niggas chill, but they wanna heat the streets

Or do it on record, check it, we spit heat to beats

Everybody welcomin' this, welcomin' that

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

Give me the MAC, let me work him with that

Tell Mr. Rogers I leave his brain on the trolley track

Now parlay that

Listen, y'all stop it (Stop it), know you appalled, got it

But this my call 'bout a false prophet, all profit (All profit)

Harlem hustler (Yep), I can't at all knock it (Not at all)

But you hard when you go in the Lord pockets (Damn)

What you offerin'? Put it right in offerin'

They take it all, cash, credit, silver, down to porcelain

Look at the Porsche he's in (Look at it)

Ain't give a portionin' (To who?)

No handicap, Annie or her orphan friends, friend

But the sizzurp I'm drinking on

Birds I'm thinking on

Get your Kirk Franklin on

Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on

Just when you think it's wrong (What?)

One blink, he's gone (Damn)

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

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

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Yo, you try to handle us, get on the air and damage us

Screamin' out Harlem, huh? Like you ain't just abandoned 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 broke out his chest (What else?)

On probation, Doe on house arrest (What up, Doe?)

Right out the flesh, sit in the house and rest

He don't pout, get him gear, in the house, he's fresh (Fresh)

Not that you care, just get it clear and think

One glare and wink (What happen?), everyone wearin' pink (Goddamn)

I'm the reason that your two rings are clear, yeah (What else?)

I'm the reason that your earrings are square, you hear? (Uh-huh)

Now we take trips, casinos to lovely homes

You check on Lotti moms, mi no honeycombs (No combs)

Uh, you tryna fake it with Cardan, pardon

You go and leave 'em naked like Tarzan

[Interlude: Cam'ron]

Cudda Love know that too

Holla at Cudda (Damn), ask Nelly about him (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana]

'Fore we gon' take you to church

Father, forgive us

And the truth, it hurts

Father, forgive us

And that won't work

No, no, no, no, no way (Killa)

No, no, no, no, no way

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

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, girl)

Not a diss, dog (Nope), we just heard the frontin' (Heard it)

Do Harlem a favor (What?), get a church or somethin' (Somethin')

A rec center in the winter where the youth can play

They don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray (Damn)

I'm no better (Nope), still move a deuce a day (That's two)

That's two keys, I still move the yay

Found a newer way, my crew do and say

Fistfights to shootouts, we won't move away

[Outro: Cam'ron]

All my niggas who 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 Belizeans

Thirty deep, 33, Polo Grounds, St. Nick, Colonial, Drew

Lincoln, Taft, Foster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner

Wilson, East River, The 9

145th St. Nick, 145th Broadway

Luka, Taliban

135th, 118th, Manhattan

134th and 8th, Powerful, what's really poppin'?

Sarge, hold your head, Freekey Zekey, hold your head

The old BBO, 151st Amsterdam, holla at your boy, AK, Jackie Rob

All my niggas in Harlem, get your hustle on

Keep your muscles strong

I know about the blocks you hustle on

Killa, Dipset