Oh, No, I ain't no more time
Southside step up and get you a Eastside step up and get you a step up and get you a slice Northside step up and get you a
Chi-Town up and get you a slice L.A. up and get you a slice N.Y. step up and get you a just a slice of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon
all say (Yeah, say) In God we What we do He comes back '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 as hell My mistress on the sayin' she gon' tell
My uncle in the sayin' he want bail My granddaddy see, claimin' he need Braille I'm fightin' for strength, in the street grindin' for I know I'm ahead of my time but I'm on my rent
Askin' Kanye for money just to pay on my gas He asked me for it back, nigga up on your math skills Nothin' plus zip equals zero, he relate nigga ain't been broke since, 'H to the Izzo'
That's when my man stopped by with two little Pills I put in the bag and sell like Skittles One for ten, for two Now me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
all say In God we What we do When he back 'round to us (Well, not for us to say)
Everyday, Girls, drugs, and lust And what we do it all comes back to us
Take a neighborhood full of hungry Within three beeper shops, two liquor stores and one No banks, just a 'n' go, everywhere you go You don't ask too much though
We gon' make a pastry, that you can't get in a bakery I picture from slavery Can you it yet, a few churches that almost care I know you heathens to eat, we almost there
Somebody pass a of gangs of glocks are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top While I, couldn't be faster, for disaster is the devil's laughter
Like you tried to play and yo' ass lost Then you to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft Overcrowded jails puttin' pounds on forget the glaze, your devil's buyin' the crack sauce
all say In God we we gon' do When he back 'round to us
Everyday, Girls, drugs, dancers and And we gon' do When it all back to us
Now George Bush, up and get you a slice Blair, step up and get you a slice Rumsfeld, step up and get you a Condi Rice, up and get you a slice
Wait, I'ma up and get you a slice My baby stepped up and got her a slice E'rybody step up and get you a It's just a slice of the pie, ah, c'mon
I said, right up, hear me, hear me Hear me clearly this here more theory Young males plays the judge and Black filled with fury first I met my dad
Through a cell, and phone, wiring home Back in my cell and dyin' alone, to God Like I'm raggedly sewn, askin' the Lord, why ain't I of what 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 couple of Bust some nines, on anybody fuckin' with
That's when my life got disastrous, I was I my momma didn't ask for this You got them demons waitin' for me with the lit Please, Lord, let bastard live
all say In God we What we do When he comes 'round to us
Everyday, Girls, drugs, and lust And what we do When it all comes to us
Yeah, yeah, Chi-Town in the Rhyme in the house Yo, Mark, get out here nigga We gotta go get up these girls These guns, this