Heaven Or Hell Lyric by Saltnpepa

Heaven Or Hell Lyric

by Saltnpepa

Lyric:



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 Want To 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 '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 Want To 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















Chorus (repeat/fade)