[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 nigga? I don't wanna battle

Niggas expect me to always want to tussle

Matter of fact nigga, 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

Nigga welcome to the...