Heaven Or Hell

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its 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 its s**tty 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 a*s

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 shell stick a 45 in your face

So come and meet my man brett

Yo what up brett

He's smokin but its not a cigarette

Speak on it pep

I wonder how the hell a brother let's 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 d**g bust but somethings weird

Well whats the matter spinderella

The way half a million disappeared

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Who gives a d**n 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

Id 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 everybodys 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 playgirls gonna rip and I'm-a have to rip s**t

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 d**ned her fathers in jail

Sisters on the corner screamin booty for sale

Mom spends the night gettin drunk with her uncle

Her brothers 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

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now africa is looking for the truth

But its gonna take a while to enlighten the youth