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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 cant do nothin for me, even denzel washington couldnt find any glory

In the overcrowded streets of the city

I know its 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 wont have it

Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit


(well) hes 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 dont 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? )

Hes smokin, but its not a cigarette (speak on it, pep)

I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself

Get into somethin he cant 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 somethings weird

(well, whats the matter, spinderella? )

The way half a million disappeared


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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

Im all that I got, pops, and thats 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, Ill need a clock, not rock to my hits

And that two-fifth click to my tits

And playgirls gonna rip, and im-a have to rip shit

Ah, go for yours cuz you gotta

In the ghetto you dont get a medal if you settle for the drama

Shes 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 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 thats 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

Theres 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 Ill use one, dont make me use one


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Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth


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