Devil's Pie

Oh someday... no I ain't wastin' no more time
 Southside step up, and get you a slice
 Eastside step up, and get you a slice
 Westside step up, and get you a slice
 Northside step up, and get you a slice
 Chi-Town step up, and get you a slice
 L.A. step up, and get you a slice
 N.Y. step up, and get you a slice
 It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon
 ("Sinners all say") Yeah they say
 ("In God we trust") Uh-huh
 ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us")
 Well it's not for us to say
 ("Everyday, yeahhh")
 ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Uh-huh, uh-huh
 ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on us")
 Look; times is hard, life is hard
 I lost my job, baby oh my God
 My wife is nauseous, she pregnant as hell
 My mistress on the cell sayin she gon' tell
 My uncle in the cell sayin' he want bail
 My granddaddy can't see, claimin' he need Braille
 I'm fightin for strength, in the street grindin' for cents
 I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm behind on my rent
 Askin' Kanye for money just to pay on my gas bill
 He asked me for it back, nigga brush up on your math skills
 Nothin' plus zip equals zero; he couldn't relate
 That nigga ain't been broke since "H to the Izzo"
 That's whem my man Biddle stopped by with two little
 Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
 One for ten, fifteen for two
 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
 ("Sinners all say") Uh-huh
 ("In God we trust") Alright
 ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us") Yeah
 When he comes to us
 ("Everyday, yeahhh") Everyday
 ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Girls drugs dancers and lust
 ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on us") When it comes on us
 Take a neighborhood full of hongry blacks
 within 3 beeper shops, 2 liquor stores and one laundromat
 No banks, just a Check'n'Go, everywhere you go
 You don't wanna ask too much though
 We gon' make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakery
 I picture hopelessness from slavery
 Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care
 I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost there
 Somebody pass a couple of gangs of glocks
 Politicians are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top
 While I, couldn't be faster, recipe for disaster
 Gunshots is the devil's laughter
 Like you tried to play fair and yo' ass lost
 Then you tried to get gangsta, homey you mad soft
 Overcrowded jails puttin pounds on Ashcroft
 Don't forget the glaze, your devils buyin. the crack sauce
 ("Sinners all say") Sinners all say
 ("In God we trust") In God we trust
 ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us")
 'round to us
 ("Everyday, yeahhh")
 ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Girls drugs dancers and lust
 ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on us")
 Now George Bush step up, and get you a slice
 Tony Blair step up, and get you a slice
 Rumsfeld step up, and get you a slice
 Condi Rice step up, and get you a slice
 Wait, I'ma step up, and get you a slice
 My baby momma stepped up, and got her a slice
 E'rybody step up, and get you a slice
 It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon
 I said - step right up, hear ye hear ye
 Hear me clearly this here more than theory
 Young males plays the judge and jury
 Black filled with fury first time I met my dad
 Through a cell, wire and phone, wiring home
 Back in my cell and dyin' alone, prayin to God
 Like I'm raggedly sewn, askin' the Lord - why ain't I home
 Regardless of what I was on, I know you the king
 Tell Satan I don't owe him a thing
 Slingin them O's, and now he got my soul in the sling
 I know I messed up a couple of times
 Bust some nines, on anybody fuckin' with mine
 That's when my life got disasterous, I was blasphemous
 I know my momma didn't ask for this
 You got them demons waitin' for me with the caskets lit
 Please Lord, let this bastard live
 ("Sinners all say") Sinners all say
 ("In God we trust")
 ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us")
 ("Everyday, yeahhh")
 ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Girls drugs dancers and lust
 ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on us")
 Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the house
 Rhymefest in the house
 Yo Mark, let's get out here nigga
 We gotta go get up with these girls
 These guns, this pussy