Heaven Or Hell

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



Li