Go To Church lyrics

[Chorus: Suga-T & M.C. Mack]
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)

[Verse 1: M.C. Mack]
As I cone on these b*tches with a yawk, don't play me weak or soft 'cause Mack is makin' busters pay the cost
The n*gga known for "Letz Make A Stain" on a funky b*tch, no as, or if's so y'all my n*ggas keep them thangs, for a watermelon, poppin' game
I'm risin' to the occasion everytime I pimp or you [?]
Mackin' to these slippin', silly b*tches, makin' 'em drop off their bridges
Don't you be a tribble and triflin' n*gga when it comes to these hoes, 'cause Lord knows that Mack'll put her on a house and hit the door
See b*tches be thinkin' I'm fallin' in love but a n*gga like Mack just inflictin' their game
'Cause once I get my f*ckin' nuts, see, all my raod dogs runnin' train
I never like the type that trait all up in a n*ggas face but some of you n*ggas is b*tches too, you know just who I'm referring to
But I just chill and hop off in that Jetter-thang with gold McLean's
While ridin' through Raleigh, these n*ggas be lookin' and b*tches be choosin', but Mack ain't foolin'
M.C. Mack is a pimpin' Mack, but otherwise I break and cone, and slap a b*tch when I gettin' paid, you hoes ain't sh*t, so f*ck bein' saved
[Chorus: Suga-T & M.C. Mack]
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)

[Verse 2: The Joker]
b*tches wanna talk they sh*t but many times I told you hoes
'Cause I'm like with the Mack with a Cadillac, never rollin' Trues and Vogues
Once again, I got to show and prove that I'm 'bout my animosity
On the vague, I lay the hoop, bring they sh*t to me
When we get up in the club, I bet I show your punk-ass love
Get you to the back to the house, bust your mouth, then make you shove up blood
'Cause I'm like a hostile-ass n*gga, oh, for goodness, sake
Better watch your back 'cause you'll get smacked with a jack or pistol play
b*tches wanna test some players, pimpin' get they feelings hurt
Say they wreckin' and cakin', eventhough they fakin' under the mini skirt
Flaugin' like they got a special hole between their legs, dog
But my point of view of all you hoes, I say: "f*ck y'all"
N-I, double G, A, yes, oh, yes, I'm one of the best and I'm full
Never underestimate my gangsterism, carry my tool
Everywhere I go 'cause there's a sucker born every day
Kney Street, Sanders Street, flat foot f*ckin' these ducks, makin' 'em pay what they weight
Mane, the Joker been was playin' these b*tches under the collar, see
Almost every b*tch that I run with, they thought they runnin' me
Let 'em think, then wink, but wait a minute, let's re-quote the facts
Every ho that thought that sh*t be leavin' out the house with a broken back, b*tch
[Chorus: Suga-T & M.C. Mack]
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)
I wanna be saved (Go to church, ho)

[Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, yeah, this Skinny up in this b*tch, y'all know what time it is
I gotta say what's up, to all these funky ass b*tches
Y'all be lookin' out for that motherf*ckin' "Skinny Tales" finna come out
Talkin' 'bout all these b*tches, especially that b*tch that charge for twenty thousand dollars in one month, yeah, that stanky ass b*tch
I'm talkin' 'bout all these funky ass hoes
Not these hoes, these di*k ass b*tch, eatin' di*k, I f*ck with
And, uhm, done charged all these b*tches
Every b*tch I f*cked with, I charged 'em at somethin' fat
And, yeah, and that di*khead ass b*tch, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I'ma tell y'all all about our whole relationship on that motherf*cker
My new tape be out, gon' be called "Hear My Dear, b*tch"
And for all these wannabe saved b*tches out, check this sh*t out