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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rhymefest
Rhymefest
Performer
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Performer
Don-E
Don-E
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Che Smith
Che Smith
Composer
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Composer
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Producer
Derek Pacuk
Derek Pacuk
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

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 ("Sinners 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 on 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 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? ("Sinners all say") Uh-huh ("In God we trust") Alright ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us") Yeah When he comes to us ("Everyday, yeahhh") Everyday ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Girls drugs dancers and lust ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on us") When it comes on us 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 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 ("Sinners all say") Sinners all say ("In God we trust") In God we trust ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us") 'round to us ("Everyday, yeahhh") ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Girls drugs dancers and lust ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on 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 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 ("Sinners all say") Sinners all say ("In God we trust") ("What we gon' do, when he comes back 'round to us") ("Everyday, yeahhh") ("Girls drugs dancers and lust") Girls drugs dancers and lust ("What we gon' do when it all comes back on us") Yeah yeah, Chi-Town in the house Rhymefest in the house Yo Mark, let's get out here nigga We gotta go get up with these girls These guns, this pussy
Writer(s): Mark Ronson, Che Smith, Julian Casablancas, Donald George Mclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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