Lyrics Preacher On A Sunday Morning - Fat Joe

Preacher On A Sunday Morning

Kilka, kills mania,\nget used to this one,\n«crack»\nScotty\noh yeah im back on that shit\nand i say right about now New York City.\nThey say is life and death, theres no future fronting.\nI see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming\ncoka,\nJoe is a fake Cartagegna\nNice with the hands better with the banger.\nGuns im no stranger\nkeep an A. K when I battle probably throw a fake nigga parade. Im known!\nBut who gives a fuck I dont care.\nDont lead them let the welfare feed them.\nNiggas had me thinking that Joey is fucked up!\nSkiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops.\nLife sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy\nIn the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby.\nStay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, I got cake but I need more\nice and alle\nI say off the streets im a symphony, niggas want my sympathy presiding official\nremedy,\nStay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning,\nKing of New york, King of New York, but we dont ever see these niggas up in New\nyork\nCan anybody tell me where centropey\nAll these so called killers try their best to dress gay.\nEverybody beefing its the same old day.\nAll these mixtape rappers now want to claim king\neverybody saying they are bringing New Yor back\nBut we the only niggas you pitch back the back (crack!!!)\nYou hear the echo, son of a nesto Ill let the tec blow\nYou should feel sky plenty like pistol, fuck a phone call I barely got a whistle\ncoka, theres no one harder\nget off your knees get a job at the carter.\nThrow a banks and invite your friends,\nYougarentee to see a couple of ends.\nSee Ive been getting money since who knows when\nThese other niggas just all pretend\nYouve been bamboozled diz duzu say thugs\nLove at madison square they givin group hugs\nNow let me take you to the streets of darkness, where I keep your favourite mc\nunderneath my armpit the bronze kid.\nIm only speaking the truth,\nShit, look what these streets\nMay cologilua do