Heaven or Hell

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Salt-N-Pepa

Salt-N-Pepa is an American hip hop trio from Queens and Brooklyn, New York, that was formed in 1985. The group, consisting of Cheryl James ("Salt"), Sandra Denton ("Pepa") and Deidra Roper ("DJ Spinderella"), was one of the first all-female rap crews. more »

Year:

1993

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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)

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