- Rhymefest Devil's Pie 歌詞
- Rhymefest
- Oh, someday
No, I aint 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
Its just a slice of the devils pie, ah, cmon
Christians all say(Yeah, they say)
In God we trust
What we gon do
When He comes back round to us(Well, its 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
GodMy 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 cant see, claimin he need
BrailleIm fightin for strength, in the street grindin for cents
I know Im ahead of my time but
Im behind on my rent
Askin Kanye for money just to pay on my gas bill
He asked me for it back, ****** brush up on your math skills
Nothin plus zip equals zero, he couldnt relate
That ***** * aint been broke since,
H to the Izzo
Thats when my man biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like
SkittlesOne for ten, fifteen for two
Now tell me what the ****** am
I supposed to do?
Christians all say
In God we trust
What we gon do
When he comes back round to us(Well, its 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 dont wanna ask too much though
We gon make a tasty pastry, that you cant 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, couldnt be faster , recipe for disaster
Gunshots is the devils 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
AshcroftDont forget the glaze, your devils 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, Ima step up and get you a slice
My baby momma stepped up and got her a slice
Erybody step up and get you a slice
Its just a slice of the devils pie, ah, cmon
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
GodLike Im raggedly sewn, askin the
Lord, why aint
I homeRegardless of what
I was on,
I know you the
KingTell Satan,
I dont owe him a thing
Slingin them
Os, and now he got my soul in the sling
I know I messed up a couple of times
Bust some nines, on anybody ****** with mine
Thats when my life got disastrous,
I was blasphemous
I know my momma didnt 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, lets get out here ******
We gotta go get up with these girls
These guns, this ******
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