Saigon Preacher Lyrics

The Greatest Story Never Told Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Station Identification (intro) (feat. Fatman Scoop)
  • 2 The Invitation (feat. Q-Tip & Fatman Scoop)
  • 3 Come On Baby (feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz)
  • 4 War
  • 5 Bring Me Down, Part 2
  • 6 Enemies
  • 7 Friends
  • 8 The Greatest Story Never Told
  • 9 Clap (feat. Faith Evans)
  • 10 Preacher
  • 11 It's Alright (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
  • 12 Believe It
  • 13 Give It to Me (feat. Raheem DeVaughn)
  • 14 What the Lovers Do (feat. Devin the Dude)
  • 15 Better Way (feat. Layzie Bone)
  • 16 Oh Yeah (Our Babies)
  • 17 And the Winner Is... (feat. Bun B)
  • 18 Too Long (feat. Black Thought)
  • I'm seeing you man you doing your thing
    I see the new shoes, suits and a ring
    Since when are you into bling?
    A reverend's supposed to lead like Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King
    You more like Pastor Offering
    I'mma come down to your church, man
    How much does it cost again?
    God know a ***** struggling bad
    He know a ***** probably need whatever he has
    And you assist, I give you some ten percent
    And I can hardly even pay my own rent
    I got a old '94 Pontiac
    You ride around this ***** in a new 'lac
    You should be hitting us for some bread
    But instead you hitting us in the head
    For fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
    Are you telling us this is what God wanted?

    You ain't practicing what you preach
    Nah you extorting us on the weekend
    Rob stealing and running a game
    Getting filthy rich in God's name
    (Preacher)
    You ain't practicing what you preach
    Nah you extorting us on the weekend
    Rob, stealing and running a game
    What a shame, what a shame, what a shame

    I'm seeing you man you doing it big
    Both of your kids becoming the church jig
    Wife rocking the five-thousand dollar wig
    And she got a big rock on her hand
    You running a scam
    That we was ****ing dependent on section eight
    And always have something to put in the collection plate
    It was always so strange it was odd
    To see my mumma scratching up change to give it to God
    I think we all know nobody's saying ****
    You was using that to pay your card payments
    We was mother ****ing paying your mortgage
    We was living in the projects
    You know we couldn't afford it
    But that's how you was on it
    You would come to church and talk it
    But I doubt you would walk it
    You probably come to America and I seen that you whore it
    Make me wanna just snatch you off of the pulpit

    You ain't practicing what you preach
    Nah you extorting us on the weekend
    Rob stealing and running a game
    Getting filthy rich in God's name
    (Preacher)
    You ain't practicing what you preach
    Nah you extorting us on the weekend
    Rob, stealing and running a game
    What a shame, what a shame, what a shame

    That politician ain't really a politician
    He a (preacher)
    We voted him in to be a leader
    But he a (preacher)
    Promises better living conditions
    Soon as he gets the position, switches his disposition
    It's the (preacher)
    It's not only the guys in the church
    But it's the (preacher) got a lot of swish words
    How can we survive on this earth
    When ya'll come flood the ghetto with guns, drugs and legalize bottles of
    Hurtin' jerkin
    My cousin on per percent
    He gave out a murder threat
    They caught him, shot up his legs and those ****ers ain't working yet
    Bloomberg banned cigarettes
    Why you in man letting police men beat on *****s yet
    Ya'll know that the **** I'm saying is true
    Ignoring it if it ain't pertaining to you
    But if the (preacher) don't walk it like he talk it
    Then dammit, dog on it, that ***** got some explaining to do

    You ain't practicing what you preach
    Nah you extorting us on the weekend
    Rob stealing and running a game
    Getting filthy rich in God's name
    (Preacher)
    You ain't practicing what you preach
    Nah you extorting us on the weekend
    Rob, stealing and running a game
    What a shame, what a shame, what a shame

    Know what I'm saying, no disrespect to nobody, ya'll ************s
    Blaspheming *** ni--a, using the lord's name in vain *****, don't do that
    ****. That *****s pimping the system, stop pimping the poor people man,
    Help us out *****, we need God for real

    Now come on up here so Jesus can put you on a payment plan

    Written by: Brian Carenard, Justin Smith, Lee Fields
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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