[Verse One]:
Welcome to the church
Royalty tabernacle
I ain't here to floss, I ain't here to battle
I ain't here to talk, I ain't here to babble
I dabble in a couple words and start playing Scrabble
Roll out the G way, the D-U-B way
Talk is cheap so I spit out millions like it's easy
So if my teeth ever fall out, put 'em on Ebay
I bet you dudes will see pay in three days
Welcome to the church
Royalty tabernacle
Ladies up front, let me get a good look at you
You and you, please come and see me after
You go meet with my deacon Batters
A couple candy girls, with some Laffy Taffys
I see you looking at me
You wasn't looking past me
Don't think cause I run the church, I don't do the nasty
(What boy you nasty)
I know
Welcome to the church
Royalty tabernacle
Aye, what I say n***a? I don't wanna battle
N***as expect me to always want to tussle
Matter of fact n***a, I don't even thumb wrestle
I don't box, I won't let one thumb touch you
I'll call the ushers up, let a couple guns bust you
Gon' hit your flock if I give the order even
Bring the bacon home if I include it in my order
You need to stop rapping my man
I seen better acting and rapping in the movie Kazaam
Damn
While my album dropping ruins your plans
And saying I ain't making dates with banging chicks who is fans
You never shook the hand of a man who said, "Thanks
I got all your mixtapes since they were tapes."
Aye, I'm the dude to make dudes hate you on your own label
Blackball you on your own pool table
N***a welcome to the...