Take ’Em to Church The Diplomats (Ft. Cam'ron, Juelz Santana & Un Kasa)

[Cam'Ron]
Uh, This that Harlem music right here
This that diddy bop, let's get ready for the winter music right here
This what it is

[Cam'Ron]
You know me dog I just wanna keep the peace
But sayin' my name that's only gon lead to beef
Tell my niggas chill but they wanna heat the streets
Or do it on record check it, we spit heat to beats

[Juelz Santana]
Everybody welcomin' this and welcomin' that
He wasn't welcome in the first place how we welcome him back

[Un Kasa]
Gimmie that Mack let me work him wit that
Tell Mr. Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolly track, now prolly that

[Cam'ron]
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you apalled dot it
But this my call by the false prophet, all profit
Harlem hustla, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the lords Pocket
What you offerin' put it right in offerin'
They take it all, cash, credit, silver down the porcelin'
Look at the porche he's in, and give a portionin'
No handicap, annie or and orphan friend, friend
But the sizzurp I'm drinkin' on, birds I'm bankin' on
Get cha Kirk Franklin on, word, so get ya Ben Franklin on
Just when you think it's wrong, one blink he's gone