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