Devil's Pie Lyrics - Blue Collar - Rhymefest

Oh, someday 

No, I ain't wastin' no more time 

Southside step up and get you a slice 

Eastside step up and get you a slice 

Westside step up and get you a slice 

Northside 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 

Christians all say 

(Yeah, they say) 

In God we trust 

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 

And what we gon' do 

When it all comes back to us 

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 gon' 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? 

Christians all say 

In God we trust 

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 

And what we gon' do 

When it all comes back to us 

Take a neighborhood full of hungry blacks 

Within three beeper shops, two liquor stores and one laundromat 

No banks, just a check 'n' go, everywhere you go 

You don't wanna ask too much though 

We gon' 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 devil's buyin' the crack sauce 

Christians all say 

In God we trust 

What we gon' do 

When he comes back 'round to us 

Everyday, yeah 

Girls, drugs, dancers and lust 

And what we gon' do 

When it all comes back to us 

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 

E'rybody 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 me, hear me 

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 

Christians all say 

In God we trust 

What we gon' do 

When he comes back 'round to us 

Everyday, yeah 

Girls, drugs, dancers and lust 

And what we gon' do 

When it all comes back to us 

Yeah, yeah, Chi-Town in the house 

Rhyme fest in the house 

Yo, Mark, let's get out here nigga 

We gotta go get up with these girls 

These guns, this pussy