Devil's Pie

[Verse 1 - HollyWoodYSA] We on the road to the riches and the good life Moving up but still living the hood life Know how the value of a dollar feel We dnt least anything, everything paid in hundreds and 50 dollar billz Slice of the devil's pie Pockets filled wit drugs, money and pistols is like looking square into the devil's eyes Know its the wrong way ta live, but u do it for ya kids Plus u love the way ya new bezil be looking fly Every other year u gotta trail in court Started slinging crack, cuz u dnt see money due to the child support Steady recooping up the cream, hustlers dream Ta be living lavish causing pollution of the fiends When on the scene, u a boss wear the thugs walk Mind filled up wit profanity and drug talk Above all u a rebel in the eyes Of all the ppl tht know u, you even tell the sky God.... [Hook: D'Angelo] Fuck the slice we 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 stand all in line/ For a slice of the devil's pie [Verse 2 - HollyWoodYSA] Her mind spinning off the glamour and the glits I mean the glitz and the glamour, she juss wanna be rich In a land thas so sexist, diamonds and white lexus Ballers of all sorts, gleam shining off the necklaces So even tho the street life is not the scene for u Everynight, u n another mans vehicle Hooking, ya legs open often Ya sex is like a drug, cnt stand when men are drooling on ya soft skin Rolling ya eyes as hes kissing on ya abdomen Selling ya body for two jacksons and a hamilton Tht ain't the life momma wanted u ta live She was prayin u get married along wit a few kids But instead u got caught up in the mans trap Being seductive everytime u in a mans lap Praying for change when she looks up n the sky Until she enters another mans ride, saying words like.... [Hook: D'Angelo] Fuck the slice we 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 stand all in line/ For a slice of the devil's pie [Verse 3 - HollyWoodYSA] All in all.... we ain't promise tomorra Steady chasing after the power of the dollar Who can u call ya true friends When everybody's in the struggle, chasing after the loose ends Its a doggy dog world tht we living in Cuz everybody go they eyes on the benjamins It a ruin life How could the print "In God We Trust", full aware of what it does to the human life....