Bye bye boy, yeah Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa, is lookin' 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 ain't do nothin' for me

Even Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory

In the overcrowded streets of the city

I know it's ***ty, but I can do without the pity Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the projects

But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs 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?

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 Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa is lookin' for the truth

But do you think the other man will enlighten the youth Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth Who gives the damn about me?

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'ma have to rip *** 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 trunk full 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 barreled pump underneath the bed Some people wanna fill the world

With silly love songs and loony 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 Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth

But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth)

Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth

But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth)

Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth

But who do you think will enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth)

Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa is lookin' for the truth

But who do you think will enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth)

Children play, women produce

Kids killing kids, just for the juice

Now Africa is lookin' for the truth

But who do you think will enlighten the youth

(Heaven and hell is on earth)