Heaven Or Hell

<br>(Azor-Azor)<br>CHORUS<br>Children play, women produce<br>Kids killing kids just for the juice<br>Now Africa is looking for the truth<br>But it`s gonna take a while to enlighten the youth<br>In this edition of the story, no need to bore me<br>It can`t do nothin` for me, even Denzel Washington couldn`t find any glory<br>In the overcrowded streets of the city<br>I know it`s shitty, but I can do without the pity<br>(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects<br>But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc<br>And if you try to play me I won`t have it<br>Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit<br>(Well) He`s standin` on a corner with his system pumpin` loud<br>Next him goin` off, scream in the crowd<br>A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass<br>Brothers like to wear their pants fallin` off their ass<br>Girls today don`t wear no bras<br>Little John Doe got a ho turnin` tricks in the bars<br>Grandma carries a can of mace<br>And she`ll stick a .45 in your face<br>So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)<br>He`s smokin`, but it`s not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)<br>I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself<br>Get into somethin` he can`t get out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)<br>A lot of my friends are sick and tired (Sick of who?)<br>The police (Word!) rollin` on `em, pickin` on, holdin` on `em<br>Hopin` that they got one of `em<br>It was a drug bust, but something`s weird<br>(Well, what`s the matter, Spinderella?)<br>The way half a million disappeared<br>CHORUS<br>Heaven and hell is on earth<br>Heaven and hell is on earth<br>Who gives a damn about me?<br>(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, little old me<br>Me, myself, and I<br>Live or die, laugh or cry<br>I`m all that I got, Pops, and that`s a lot, Hops<br>I`d rather rot in jail before I ho-hop<br>Go `head, me, tell `em<br>They may be hard of hearing<br>So keep yellin` at the top of your lungs<br>Now everybody`s got guns<br>They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool<br>That buys a history book<br>Not me, I`ll need a clock, not rock to my hits<br>And that two-fifth click to my tits<br>And Playgirl`s gonna rip, and I`m-a have to rip shit<br>Ah, go for yours cuz you gotta<br>In the ghetto you don`t get a medal if you settle for the drama<br>She`s a gangster and the other terminal cancer<br>Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer<br>Heaven and hell is on earth<br>Heaven and hell is on earth<br>Well everybody meet Gail, her father`s in jail<br>Sister`s on the corner screamin`, "Booty for sale"<br>Mom spends the night gettin` drunk with her uncle<br>Her brother`s sellin` radios and toasters by the trunkful<br>See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead<br>Some are thrown in jail, others runnin` from the Feds<br>(The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)<br>And that`s a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed<br>Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes<br>And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues<br>There`s good news and bad news, military coups<br>A rebel with no cause in a pack of fools<br>I never lived in the slum, never shot a gun<br>But I`ll use one, don`t make me use one<br>CHORUS<br>Heaven and hell is on earth<br>Heaven and hell is on earth<br>CHORUS (repeat/fade)