Salt N Pepa F/ Styowlz lyrics

Salt N Pepa F/ Styowlz lyrics

"Heaven N' Hell Lyrics"



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 to
Concrete Lyrics
[Intro] A the gal them international dj comin' Through, so yow! Respect due all the man Them inna the street but the gal inna me fleet [Chorus] Woman you physique concrete Can't delete you fat Because you buff up complete 24 hours seven days of the week Want you listen to me voice when it come true the speaker Move 'pon you feet [X2] [Verse 1] Well I got to give thanks and praises Fel the gal them F
day 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<
Home Lyrics
Traveling at night, the headlights were bright And we? been up many an hour And all through my brain Came the refrain Of home and it? warming fire CHORUS And Home Sings me of sweet things My life there has it? own wings To fly over the mountains Though I'm standing still The people I've seen They come in
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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
I Got Nothing Lyrics
I got nothing There's no sense in looking back All my yesterdays went up in flames Now i'm gonna Just forget what's in the past I don't even recognize their names Two undiscarded lives, a simple proposition Everyday a little pain Survival's up to me, since every time i Open my eyes the world remains I got nothing (got nothing) Too bad (too bad) But i'm happy cause that's all i have (that's all i have) I got nothing (got
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)