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(Chorus)
Fuck the slice want the pie
Why ask why, till we fry
Watch us all, stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie
Drugs and thugs, women wine
Three or four, at a time
Watch them all, stand in line
For a slice of the devil's pie

Who am i, to justify
All the evil in our eye
When I myself, feel the high
From all that I despise
Behind the jail or in the grave
I have to lay, in this bed I made
If I die, before I wake
Hope the Lord don't hesitate

Get 2 heaven, went through hell
Tell my peeps, all is well
All them fools, whose soul's 4 sale
Sitting next to the Jezebel
Demons screaming, in my ear
All my anger, all my fear
If I holler, let them hear
In this spinning sphere

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Main ingredients 2 this dish
Goes like this, here's the list
Materialistic, greed and lust, jealousy, envious
Bread and dough, cheddar cheese,
flash and stash, cash and cream
Temperatures, at a high degree
Where niggas come 2 feast

Hell's this, all about
Apocalypse, ain't no doubt
Everybody's ho'ing out, all the loot all the clout
Right or wrong
Do or die
Only the vengeance, will pacify
Watch your back
And so will I
In these days and time

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Ain't no justice
It's just us
Ashes 2 ashes
Dust 2 dust
Time has come, for most of us
2 choose in which, God we trust
I know I, was born 2 die
Searching 2 find
Piece of mind
With eighty five, dumb and blind
There can be no compromise

(Chorus)
All in line, all in line,
for a slice of the devil's pie (8x)
(Chorus)   Fuck the slice want the pie   Why ask why, till we fry   Watch us all, stand in line   For a slice of the devil's pie   Drugs and thugs, women wine   Three or four, at a time   Watch them all, stand in line   For a slice of the devil's pie      Who am i, to justify   All the evil in our eye   When I myself, feel the high   From all that I despise   Behind the jail or in the grave   I have to lay, in this bed I made   If I die, before I wake   Hope the Lord don't hesitate      Get 2 heaven, went through hell   Tell my peeps, all is well   All them fools, whose soul's 4 sale   Sitting next to the Jezebel   Demons screaming, in my ear   All my anger, all my fear   If I holler, let them hear   In this spinning sphere      (chorus)      Main ingredients 2 this dish   Goes like this, here's the list   Materialistic, greed and lust, jealousy, envious   Bread and dough, cheddar cheese,   flash and stash, cash and cream   Temperatures, at a high degree   Where niggas come 2 feast      Hell's this, all about   Apocalypse, ain't no doubt   Everybody's ho'ing out, all the loot all the clout   Right or wrong   Do or die   Only the vengeance, will pacify   Watch your back   And so will I   In these days and time      (Chorus)      Ain't no justice   It's just us   Ashes 2 ashes   Dust 2 dust   Time has come, for most of us   2 choose in which, God we trust   I know I, was born 2 die   Searching 2 find   Piece of mind   With eighty five, dumb and blind   There can be no compromise      (Chorus)   All in line, all in line,   for a slice of the devil's pie (8x)