Lirik Lagu Devil's Pie - Rhymefest
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{"Oh someday... no I ain't wastin no more tiiiime"}
[Rhymefest]Southside step up, and get you a sliceEastside step up, and get you a sliceWestside step up, and get you a sliceNorthside step up, and get you a sliceChi-Town step up, and get you a sliceL.A. step up, and get you a sliceN.Y. step up, and get you a sliceIt'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, yeahhh"}{"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 hardI lost my job, baby oh my GodMy wife is nauseous, she pregnant as hellMy mistress on the cell sayin she gon' tellMy Uncle in the cell sayin he want bailMy granddaddy can't see, claimin he need BrailleI'm fightin for strength, in the street grindin for centsI know I'm ahead of my time but I'm behind on my rentAskin Kanye for money just to pay on my gas billHe asked me for it back, nigga brush up on your math skillsNothin plus zip equals zero; he couldn't relateThat nigga ain't been broke since "H to the Izzo"That's whem my man Biddle stopped by with two littlepills I could put in the bag and sell like SkittlesOne for ten, fifteen for twoNow tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[Rhymefest]Take a neighborhood full of hongry blackswithin 3 beeper shops, 2 liquor stores and one laundromatNo banks, just a Check'n'Go, everywhere you goYou don't wanna ask too much thoughWe gon' make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakeryI picture hopelessness from slavery {*gasp*}Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost careI know you heathens ready to eat, we almost thereSomebody pass a couple of gangs of glocksPoliticians are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the topWhile I, couldn't be faster, recipe for disasterGunshots is the devil's laughterLike you tried to play fair and yo' ass lostThen you tried to get gangsta, homey you mad softOvercrowded jails puttin pounds on AshcroftDon't forget the glaze, your devils buyin the crack sauce
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[Rhymefest]Now George Bush step up, and get you a sliceTony Blair step up, and get you a sliceRumsfeld step up, and get you a sliceCondi Rice step up, and get you a sliceWait, I'ma step up, and get you a sliceMy baby momma stepped up, and got her a sliceE'rybody step up, and get you a sliceIt's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon
I said - step right up, hear ye hear yeHear me clearly this here more than theoryYoung males plays the judge and juryBlack filled with fury first time I met my dadThrough a cell, wire and phone, wiring homeBack in my cell and dyin alone, prayin to GodLike I'm raggedly sewn, askin the Lord - why ain't I homeRegardless of what I was on, I know you the kingTell Satan I don't owe him a thingSlingin them O's, and now he got my soul in the slingI know I messed up a couple of timesBust some nines, on anybody fuckin with mineThat's when my life got disasterous, I was blasphemousI know my momma didn't ask for thisYou got them demons waitin for me with the caskets litPlease Lord, let this bastard live
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[Rhymefest]Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the houseRhymefest in the houseYo Mark, get out here niggaWe gotta go get up with these girlsThese guns, this pussy... [fades]
[Rhymefest]Southside step up, and get you a sliceEastside step up, and get you a sliceWestside step up, and get you a sliceNorthside step up, and get you a sliceChi-Town step up, and get you a sliceL.A. step up, and get you a sliceN.Y. step up, and get you a sliceIt'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, yeahhh"}{"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 hardI lost my job, baby oh my GodMy wife is nauseous, she pregnant as hellMy mistress on the cell sayin she gon' tellMy Uncle in the cell sayin he want bailMy granddaddy can't see, claimin he need BrailleI'm fightin for strength, in the street grindin for centsI know I'm ahead of my time but I'm behind on my rentAskin Kanye for money just to pay on my gas billHe asked me for it back, nigga brush up on your math skillsNothin plus zip equals zero; he couldn't relateThat nigga ain't been broke since "H to the Izzo"That's whem my man Biddle stopped by with two littlepills I could put in the bag and sell like SkittlesOne for ten, fifteen for twoNow tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[Rhymefest]Take a neighborhood full of hongry blackswithin 3 beeper shops, 2 liquor stores and one laundromatNo banks, just a Check'n'Go, everywhere you goYou don't wanna ask too much thoughWe gon' make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakeryI picture hopelessness from slavery {*gasp*}Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost careI know you heathens ready to eat, we almost thereSomebody pass a couple of gangs of glocksPoliticians are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the topWhile I, couldn't be faster, recipe for disasterGunshots is the devil's laughterLike you tried to play fair and yo' ass lostThen you tried to get gangsta, homey you mad softOvercrowded jails puttin pounds on AshcroftDon't forget the glaze, your devils buyin the crack sauce
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[Rhymefest]Now George Bush step up, and get you a sliceTony Blair step up, and get you a sliceRumsfeld step up, and get you a sliceCondi Rice step up, and get you a sliceWait, I'ma step up, and get you a sliceMy baby momma stepped up, and got her a sliceE'rybody step up, and get you a sliceIt's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah-c'mon
I said - step right up, hear ye hear yeHear me clearly this here more than theoryYoung males plays the judge and juryBlack filled with fury first time I met my dadThrough a cell, wire and phone, wiring homeBack in my cell and dyin alone, prayin to GodLike I'm raggedly sewn, askin the Lord - why ain't I homeRegardless of what I was on, I know you the kingTell Satan I don't owe him a thingSlingin them O's, and now he got my soul in the slingI know I messed up a couple of timesBust some nines, on anybody fuckin with mineThat's when my life got disasterous, I was blasphemousI know my momma didn't ask for thisYou got them demons waitin for me with the caskets litPlease Lord, let this bastard live
[Chorus w/ different ad libs]
[Rhymefest]Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the houseRhymefest in the houseYo Mark, get out here niggaWe gotta go get up with these girlsThese guns, this pussy... [fades]
