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Devil's Pie
Lyricist:Julian Casablancas, Mark Ronson, Che Smith
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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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