Heaven 'n Hell (remix) Lyrics - Salt N Pepa

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 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 

CHORUS 

Heaven and hell is on earth 

Heaven and hell is on earth