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

    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


    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


    Heaven and hell is on earth

    Heaven and hell is on earth

    CHORUS (repeat/fade)

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