(Preacher!) I'm seein you man, you doin your thing (Preacher!) I see the new shoes, suits and the ring (Preacher!) Since when are you into bling A reverend's supposed to lead like Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King (Preacher!) You more like Pastor Offering I'ma come down to your church man, how much does it cost again? (Preacher!) God know a nigga's strugglin bad He know a nigga probably need whatever he had (Preacher!) And you insist I give you some 10 percent (Preacher!) When I can barely even pay my own rent (Preacher!) I got a old '94 Pontiac (Preacher!) You ride around this bitch in a new 'llac (Preacher!) You used to be hittin us for some bread (Preacher!) But instead you hittin us in the head (Preacher!) For 5s, 10s, 20s, 50s, 100s And you tellin us this cause God want it?
[Chorus] (Preacher!) You ain't practicin what you preach man (Ohh preacher!) No, no - you extortin us on the weekend (Robbin, stealin and runnin the game) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Gettin filthy rich in God's name) (Preacher!) You ain't practicin what you preach man (Ohh preacher!) No, no - you extortin us on the weekend (Robbin, stealin and runnin the game) (What a shame! What a shame! What a shame!)
Now I didn't come here today for you to take my word as the be all and end all. You could save that for the preacher, Duping folks for what's in their wallets on behalf of the Lord. They get you making an investment in the afterlife And nobody has come back to let you know what your return would be! But what's your profit worth? Profits for prophets, I call 'em like I see 'em.
Let me talk 'bout this man, look
(Preacher!) I'm seein you man, you doin it big (Preacher!) Both of your kids becomin the church jig (Preacher!) Wife rockin the $5,000 wig And she got a big rock on her hand; is y'all runnin scams? (Preacher!) And we was fuckin dependent on Section 8 (Preacher!) But always had somethin to put in the collection plate (Preacher!) It was always so strange, it was odd To see my mom scratchin up change to give it to God (Preacher!) I think we all knew, nobody sayin shit (Preacher!) You was usin that to pay your car payment (Preacher!) We was muh'fuckin payin your mortgage And we was livin in the projects, you know we couldn't afford it (Preacher!) But that's how you was on it (Preacher!) You would come to church and talk it but I doubt you would walk it (Preacher!) You probably (Come to America) and Arsenio Hall it (Ohhhh!) Make me wanna just snatch you off of the pulpit, this
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Uhh, uhh (Preacher!) The politician ain't really a politician, he a (Preacher!) We voted him in to be a leader, but he a (Preacher!) Promises better living condition Soon as he get the position switches his disposition It's the (Preacher!) It's not only the guys in the church But it's the (Preacher!) gotta lie to his worth How the hell could we survive on this Earth When y'all come flood the ghetto with guns, drugs and legalize bottles of irk and jerk? My cousin on Percocet, he gave out a murder threat They caught him, shot up his legs and them fuckers ain't workin yet Bloomberg banned cigarettes Why he ain't ban lettin policemen beat on niggaz yet? Huh? (Preacher!) Y'all know the shit that I'm sayin is true Sayin is true (Preacher!) Ignorin it if it ain't pertainin to you But if the (Preacher!) don't walk it like he talk it Then damnit doggone it that nigga got some explainin to do
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It's a shame! Ohh Lord! Can you see?
Yeah! Hah Know'msayin, no disrespect to nobody Know'msayin? Y'all muh'fuckers blaspheming ass nigga Use the Lord name in vain, nigga don't do that shit Y'all niggaz pimpin the system Stop pimpin the poor people man Help us out nigga, we need God for real nigga
[Lee Fields] Can you see? Mr. Preacher! Heyyy, it's killin me!
("Now come on up here so Jesus can put you on a payment plan...")
Compositores: Justin Gregory Smith (Just Blaze), Brian Carenard (Saigon), Elmer Lee Fields (Fields Lee) ECAD: Obra #5232079