("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

Writer : RONSON, MARK/SMITH, CHE/CASABLANCAS, JULIAN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS , UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO SOLOMON INK