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Lyrics for Heaven or Hell by Salt N Pepa:
| | | Artist: | Salt N Pepa |
| | Album: | Very Necessary | | Track: | Heaven or Hell | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 190 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Styowlz
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
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 tits
And
Playgirl's gonna rip, and I'm-a have to rip shit
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 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
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
CHORUS
Heaven
and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
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