Salt N Pepa - Heaven Or Hell Lyrics
ChorusChildren play, women produceKids killing kids just for the juiceNow africa is looking for the truthBut its gonna take a while to enlighten the youthIn this edition of the story, no need to bore meIt cant do nothin for me, even denzel washington couldnt find any gloryIn the overcrowded streets of the cityI know its shitty, but I can do without the pity(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projectsBut I wear my tim boots and hi-tecs, and I wrecks havocAnd if you try to play me I wont have itTrix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit(well) hes standin on a corner with his system pumpin loudNext him goin off, scream in the crowdA whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glassBrothers like to wear their pants fallin off their assGirls today dont wear no brasLittle john doe got a ho turnin tricks in the barsGrandma carries a can of maceAnd shell stick a .45 in your faceSo 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 himselfGet 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 emHopin that they got one of emIt was a drug bust, but somethings weird(well, whats the matter, spinderella? )The way half a million disappearedChorusHeaven and hell is on earthHeaven and hell is on earthWho gives a damn about me?(huh? ) me (what? ), me, yeah, little old meMe, myself, and iLive or die, laugh or cryIm all that I got, pops, and thats a lot, hopsId rather rot in jail before I ho-hopGo head, me, tell emThey may be hard of hearingSo keep yellin at the top of your lungsNow everybodys got gunsThey wanna be hard rocks and not be a foolThat buys a history bookNot me, Ill need a clock, not rock to my hitsAnd that two-fifth click to my titsAnd playgirls gonna rip, and im-a have to rip shitAh, go for yours cuz you gottaIn the ghetto you dont get a medal if you settle for the dramaShes a gangster and the other terminal cancerAsk too many questions and my smith and wesson will answerHeaven and hell is on earthHeaven and hell is on earthWell everybody be damned, her fathers in jailSisters on the corner screamin, booty for saleMom spends the night gettin drunk with her uncleHer brothers sellin radios and toasters by the trunkfulSee, every man she ever messed would wind up deadSome 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 bedSome people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunesAnd some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody bluesTheres good news and bad news, military coupsA rebel with no cause in a pack of foolsI never lived in the slum, never shot a gunBut Ill use one, dont make me use oneChorusHeaven and hell is on earthHeaven and hell is on earthChorus (repeat/fade)
