[Verse 1 - Y.S.A] We on the road to the riches and the good life
Moving up but you still living the hood life
Know how the value of a dollar feel?
You dont least anything, everything paid in hundreds and 50 dollar billz
Slice of the devil's pie
Pockets filled wit d**, 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] f** 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 - Y.S.A] 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 s**ist, 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 s** 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] f** 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 - Y.S.A] 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....