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