{"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      [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 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 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 fuck am I supposed to do?      [Chorus 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 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 devils buyin the crack sauce      [Chorus 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'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 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 fuckin 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 bastard live      [Chorus w/ different ad libs]      [Rhymefest]   Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the house   Rhymefest in the house   Yo Mark, get out here nigga   We gotta go get up with these girls   These guns, this pussy... [fades]