[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 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 (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 wanna 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 tits  And Playgirl's gonna rip, and I'm-a have to rip shit  Ah, go 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 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 wanna 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)]