Heaven Or Hell 歌詞
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