Preacher on a Sunday Morning Fat Joe (Ft. Poo Bear)

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(feat. Pooh Bear)

Kilka, kills mania
Get used to this one
"crack"
Scotty
Oh yeah I'm back on that shit
And I say right about now New York City

They say is life and death, there's no future fronting
I see a mac and a tec keeping duz coming
Coka
Joe is a fake Cartagegna
Nice with the hands better with the banger
Guns I'm no stranger
Keep an A.K when I battle probably throw a fake nigga parade. I'm known!
But who gives a fuck I don't care
Don't lead them let the welfare feed them
Niggas had me thinking that Joey is fucked up!
Skiddles with the maybachs banging rooftops
Life sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy
In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby

[Chorus:]
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, I got cake but I need more ice and alle
I say off the streets I'm a symphony, niggas want my sympathy presiding official remedy
Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning