Heaven Or Hell-Salt-N-Pepa

Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth In this edition of the story no need to bore me It can't do nothin for me even denzel washington Couldn't find any glory In the overcrowded streets of the city I know its s**tty 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 kids this kid is not a silly rabbit Well He's standin on a corner With his system pumpin loud Next him goin off scream in the crowd A whole lot of screams a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin off their a*s 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 shell stick a .45 in your face So come and meet my man brett Yo what up brett He's smokin but its not a cigarette Speak on it pep I wonder how the hell a brother let's himself Get into somethin he can't out of Uh-huh uh-huh A lot of my friends are sick and tired Sick of who The police Word Rollin on em pickin on Holdin on em Hopin that they got one of em It was a d**g bust but somethings weird Well whats the matter spinderella The way half a million disappeared Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Who gives a d**n about me Huh Me What Me yeah little old me Me myself and I Live or die laugh or cry I'm all that I got pops and that's a lot hops Id rather rot in jail before I ho-hop Go head me tell em They may be hard of hearing So keep yellin at the top of your lungs Now everybodys got guns They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool That buys a history book Not me I'll need a clock not rock to my hits And that two-fifth click to my tits And playgirls gonna rip and I'm-a have to rip s**t Ah go 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 d**ned her fathers in jail Sisters on the corner screamin booty for sale Mom spends the night gettin drunk with her uncle Her brothers sellin radios and toasters by the trunkful See every man she ever messed would wind up dead Some might fall in jail others 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 songs mad songs and moody blues There's good news and bad news military coups A rebel with no cause in a pack of fools I never lived in the slum never shot a gun But I'll use one don't make me use one Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth Children play women produce Kids killing kids just for the juice Now africa is looking for the truth But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth