Salt‐N‐Pepa Heaven or Hell Lyrics

Very Necessary Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Groove Me
  • 2 No One Does It Better
  • 3 Somebody’s Gettin’ on My Nerves
  • 4 Whatta Man
  • 5 None of Your Business
  • 6 Step
  • 7 Shoop
  • 8 Heaven or Hell
  • 9 Big Shot
  • 10 Sexy Noises Turn Me On
  • 11 Somma Time Man
  • 12 Break of Dawn
  • 13 PSA We Talk
  • 14 Shoop (Danny D’s radio mix)
  • 15 Start Me Up
  • CHORUS



    Children play women produce



    Kids killing kids just for the juice



    Now Africa is looking for the truth



    But it's 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 it's 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 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 ***



    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







    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 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 something's weird



    (Well, what's the matter, Spinderella?)



    The way half a million disappeared







    CHORUS







    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



    I'm all that I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops



    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 want to 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 ****



    And Playgirl's gonna rip, and 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 and Wesson will answer







    Heaven and hell is on earth



    Heaven and hell is on earth







    Well everybody be damned, 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 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 want to 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







    CHORUS







    Heaven and hell is on earth



    Heaven and hell is on earth







    CHORUS (repeat/fade)

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