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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 cant do nothin for me, even denzel washington
couldnt find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know its 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 wont have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit
(well) hes 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 ass
Girls today dont 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? )
Hes smokin, but its not a cigarette
(speak on it, pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin he cant 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 drug 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 damn about me?
(huh? ) me (what? ), me, yeah, little old me
Me, myself, and i
Live or die, laugh or cry
Im all that I got, pops, and thats 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, Ill need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my tits
And playgirls gonna rip, and im-a have to rip shit
Ah, go for yours cuz you gotta
In the ghetto you dont get a medal
if you settle for the drama
Shes 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 damned, 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 thats 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
Theres 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 Ill use one, dont 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