Devil's Pie

("Oh someday, no I ain't wastin' no more time") [Rhymefest] South-side step up, and get you a slice East-side step up, and get you a slice West-side step up, and get you a slice North-side 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 [Chorus] (Christians 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, yeah) (Girls drugs dancers and lust) Uh-huh, uh-huh (What we gon' do when it all comes back to us"} [Rhymefest] 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 goin' 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 when 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? [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Take a neighborhood full of hungry 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 goin' 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 [Chorus] [Rhymefest] 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 Everybody 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 disastrous, 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 [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the house Rhymefest in the house Yo Mark, get out here nigga We gotta go get up with these girls These guns, this pussy