Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Em To Church, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Take Em To Church |
| That’s what it is Killa, Dip Set |
| Uh, Uh You know me dawg, I just wanna keep the peace |
| But saying my name, that’s only gonna lead to beef |
| Tell my niggaz chill, but they wanna heat the streets/ (Be Easy) |
| Or do all the records, Check-it who spit beef to heat |
| Everybody Welcoming this, Welcoming that |
| He wasn’t welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back? |
| Give me the Mac, let me welcome with that |
| Tell? |
| Mr. Rogers?, I leave his brains on the trolley track |
| Now prolly that |
| Listen, ya’ll Stop It/ (Stop) |
| Know you appalled dotted |
| But this my call by the force prophet, all profit/ (all profit) |
| Harlem Hustler (yep), I can’t at all knock it/ (nope) |
| But you hard, when you go in the floor, pop dance? |
| What you offering, put it, write an offer in They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver, down to porcelin |
| Look at the Porsche he’s in/ (look at it) |
| Then Give them portioning/ (To Who?) |
| No handicap, Annie Rag, orphan friends |
| Friends, 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 |
| One blink, he’s gone/ (damn) |
| Father Forgive us We gon take him to church |
| Father Forgive us And it’s the truth it hurts |
| Father Forgive us And that won’t work |
| No, No, No, No, No Way |
| Yo, you try to handle us Get on the air and damage us Screaming out Harlem (huh) like you ain’t just a fan to 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 |
| 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 getting clear and think |
| One glare and wink |
| Everyone wearing pink |
| I’m the reason that your two rings are clear/ (Yeh, What Else?) |
| I’m the reason that your ear rings is square/ (Yeh, hear?) |
| Now we take trips to casinos, to lovely homes |
| You check on Lotti’s mom, Minos, Honeycombs/ (Homes) |
| You trying to fake it with cardem, pardon |
| You gonna leave them naked like Tarzan |
| Kudo Love know that too |
| Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him |
| Yo, Yo I kill diamonds, get with pearls |
| I ain’t trying 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 jay |
| sell drugs, shoot and spray |
| I’m knownbetter, still moving deuce a day |
| Two, 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 |
| All my niggaz that held it down the last half a decade |
| My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 1'th |
| 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 Seeky hold your head |
| The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy |
| A.K. |
| Jackie Rob, All my niggaz in Harlem |
| Get your hustle on Keep your muzzle strong |
| I know about the Block |