Mark Ronson - Devil's Pie lyrics

{"Oh someday... no I ain't wastin no more tiiiime"} [Rhymefest] 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 [Hook] {"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 d** 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 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, n***a brush up on your math sk**s Nothin plus zip equals zero; he couldn't relate That n***a ain't been broke since "H to the Izzo" That's whem 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 f** am I supposed to do? [Hook] w/ different ad libs [Rhymefest] Take a neighborhood full of hongry 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 gon' make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakery I picture hopelessness from slavery {*gasp*} Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost there Somebody pa** 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' a** 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 [Hook] w/ different ad libs [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'mma 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 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 f**in with mine That's when my life got disasterous, 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 ba*tard live [Hook] w/ different ad libs [Rhymefest] Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the house Rhymefest in the house Yo Mark, get out here n***a We gotta go get up with these girls These guns, this p**y... {*fades*}