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Children playwomen 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 storyno need to bore me

It can't do nothin' for meeven 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 kidsthis kid is not a silly rabbit



(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud

Next him goin' offscream in the crowd

A whole lot of screamsa lot of broken glass

Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their 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



So come and meet my man brett (yowhat upbrett? )

He's smokin'but it's not a cigarette (speak on itpep)

I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself

Get into somethin' he can't out of? (uh-huhuh-huh)

A lot of my friends are sick and tired (sick of who? )

The police (word!) rollin' on 'empickin' onholdin' on 'em

Hopin' that they got one of 'em

It was a drug bustbut something's weird

(wellwhat's the matterspinderella? )

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? )meyeahlittle old me

Memyselfand i

Live or dielaugh or cry

I'm all that I gotpopsand that's a lothops

I'd rather rot in jail before I ho-hop

Go 'headmetell '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 rocks and not be a fool

That buys a history book

Not meI'll need a clocknot rock to my hits

And that two-fifth click to my kids

If nothin's gonna flip then i'm-a have to rip sh...

Ahgo for yours cuz 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 damnedher 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

Seeevery man she ever messed would wind up dead

Some might fall in jailothers 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 wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes

And some got sad songsmad songsand moody blues

The good news is god's newswith him you can't lose

Hell is here on earththe heaven you can choose

There's a choiceyou got onesonknow where I'm comin' from? 

Choose oneyou better choose one



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Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth