Salt-N-Pepa - Heaven ’n Hell lyrics
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Children playwomen produce
Kids killing kids just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth
In this edition of the storyno need to bore me
It can't do nothin' for meeven denzel washington couldn't find any
Glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's (shitty)but I can do without the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
Trix are for kidsthis kid is not a silly rabbit
(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' offscream in the crowd
A whole lot of screamsa lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your face
So come and meet my man brett (yowhat upbrett? )
He's smokin'but it's not a cigarette (speak on itpep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he can't out of? (uh-huhuh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and tired (sick of who? )
The police (word!) rollin' on 'empickin' onholdin' on 'em
Hopin' that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bustbut something's weird
(wellwhat's the matterspinderella? )
The way half a million disappeared
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Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Who gives a damn about me?
(huh? ) me (what? )meyeahlittle old me
Memyselfand i
Live or dielaugh or cry
I'm all that I gotpopsand that's a lothops
I'd rather rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'headmetell 'em
They may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history book
Not meI'll need a clocknot rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...
Ahgo for yours cuz you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my smith and wesson will answer
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Well everybody be damnedher father's in jail
Sister's on the corner screamin'"booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
Seeevery man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jailothers runnin' from the feds
(the only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songsmad songsand moody blues
The good news is god's newswith him you can't lose
Hell is here on earththe heaven you can choose
There's a choiceyou got onesonknow where I'm comin' from?
Choose oneyou better choose one
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Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
