Heaven ’N Hell (remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Why, why, boy? Ayy, yeah [Chorus] Children play (Yeah), women produce (Uh-huh) Kids killing kids just for the juice Now Africa (Africa), is looking for the truth (But it's gonna take a while to), enlighten the youth [Verse 1: Pepa] 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 .... But I could do without the pity (Baby never lived in the ghetto), or the projects But I wear my Timb 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 [Verse 2: Salt] Well, he's standin' on the corner with his system bumpin' loud MAC-10 goin' off, sprayin' up the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear they pants fallin' off they 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 [Verse 3: Pepa] 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 get 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 'em, 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 a half-a-million disappeared [Chorus] Children play (Play), women produce ('Duce) Kids killing kids just for the juice Now Africa is looking for the truth (But do you think the other man will), enlighten the youth? [Refrain] Heaven and hell is on earth (Ayy, Yeah) Heaven and hell is on earth (Ayy, Yeah) [Verse 4: Styowlz] 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, huh? 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 wanna be hard rock and not be a fool That buys a history book Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hips And that two-fifth click to my kids If nothin's gonna flip then I'm-a have to rip ..... 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 & Wesson will answer [Refrain] Heaven and hell is on earth (Ayy, Yeah) Heaven and hell is on earth (Ayy, Yeah) [Verse 5: Spinderella] Well, everybody meet Gayle, 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 with winded up dead Some are thrown in jail, others runnin' from the feds (The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead) And that's the double-barreled pump underneath the bed [Verse 6: Salt] Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues The good news is God's news, with Him you can't lose Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can choose There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin' from? Choose one, you better choose one [Chorus] Children play (Yeah, they do), women produce (Word) Kids killing kids (Uh-huh), just for the juice Now Africa (Uh-huh), is looking for the truth (But it's gonna take a while to), enlighten the youth Children play (Yeah), women produce (Yeah) Just for the juice, Ayy But who do you think will enlighten the youth? Children play (Yeah), women produce (Yeah) Just for the juice, Ayy But who do you think will enlighten the youth? Children play (Yeah), women produce (Yeah) Just for the juice, Ayy But who do you think will enlighten the youth? [Outro] Heaven and hell