Preach (feat. Jim Jones) SONG LYRICS

Swizz Beatz

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I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) 
Still got niggas that be pointin' guns at the po-po 
Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos 
That was you in front the building 
when she was hoppin' out my four-door 
Shit, but what you like 19 now? 
But you probably still never had like 19 thou' 
In my day I had to work to bring the white fiends down 
Brought some crackheads around, just to wipe the V down 
Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces? 
Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces 
Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces 
We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the cases 
Shit, I'm from Harlem, what I stunt in is outrageous 
Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous 
Yeah we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us 
And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord never saved us 
So we stuck what we stuck, what was fuckin' with that? 
I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached 
We take trips to different places with the butler attached 
Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax 
Preach 
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh 
Preach 
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my goshSupreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens 
Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering 
Baby this is art that come with no commission 
Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision 
Private jets just to blow the izzo 
Parden me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism 
Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no collisions 
Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully loaded with em 
Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside) 
My nigga Gleem is like a blow magician 
Shit, he cook it up and watch it disappear 
Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air (light that up) 
I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this bitch's ear 
I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere 
Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a part of us 
Four bitches packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus 
All this tough talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us 
I cook coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up 
Preach 
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh 
Preach 
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh 
Preach 
My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh

Preach (feat. Jim Jones) - Swizz Beatz Song Lyrics

I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!)
Still got niggas that be pointin' guns at the po-po
Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos
That was you in front the building
when she was hoppin' out my four-door
Shit, but what you like 19 now?
But you probably still never had like 19 thou'
In my day I had to work to bring the white fiends down
Brought some crackheads around, just to wipe the V down
Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces?
Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces
Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces
We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the cases
Shit, I'm from Harlem, what I stunt in is outrageous
Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous
Yeah we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us
And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord never saved us
So we stuck what we stuck, what was fuckin' with that?
I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached
We take trips to different places with the butler attached
Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my goshSupreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens
Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering
Baby this is art that come with no commission
Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision
Private jets just to blow the izzo
Parden me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism
Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no collisions
Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully loaded with em
Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside)
My nigga Gleem is like a blow magician
Shit, he cook it up and watch it disappear
Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air (light that up)
I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this bitch's ear
I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere
Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a part of us
Four bitches packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus
All this tough talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us
I cook coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh

Preach (feat. Jim Jones) song lyrics