Salt 'n' Pepa - Heaven 'n Hell (Remix) Lyrics

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Chorus

Children play women 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 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 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 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 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 (yo what up brett?)

He's smokin' but it's not a cigarette (speak on it pep)

I wonder how the hell a brother lets 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 drug bust but something's weird

(well what's the matter spinderella?)

The way half a million disappeared

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Chorus

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

I'm all that i got pops and that's a lot hops

I'd 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 everybody's 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 kids

If nothin's gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...

Ah go for yours 'cause 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 damned her 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

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

The good news is god's news with him you can't lose

Hell is here on earth the heaven you can choose

There's a choice you got one son know where i'm comin' from?

Choose one you better choose one

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Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

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