[Intro: Fat Joe]
The dynamic, family ties
[Chorus: Fat Joe & Dre]
Open up shop, work round the clock
First-class services, lines down the block
I storm in glasses, my VIP fiends got priority passes
Oh, God
I'm morally asked this question
What do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
Wait, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
Yeah, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
The devil's in the detail and lurking your cell
*****, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
Wait, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre]
Yo, back when Bobby Brown was ****ing ******* in his trailer
Yeah, I got the ******* beggin', "Don't be crude to me, playa"
I had the fiends going, "Whoa", that Rick Flair
Hustler's hazing ******, triple H around here (Round here)
We Fendi frontin' the fort that way
Christian Louboutin, killin' them *****, no Yahweh (Jesus)
Bad ****s when we see you *****s
And I take that you *****
Yeah, me too, *****
Joey [?], a watch, a few chains, yachts, and new planes
Nah, it's a new day
The game hardened me like James
Crown heavier than Slick Rick chains
Oh wait, they droppin' names
I warned him, he wasn't listening to [?] or them weight watchers
Nah, I ain't talking 'bout Oprah
*****s goin' back and forth
They be doin' the most
That's why we hit him with the jaded goats
[Chorus: Fat Joe & Dre]
Open up shop, work round the clock
First-class services, lines down the block
I storm in glasses, my VIP fiends got priority passes
Oh, God
I'm morally asked this question
What do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
Wait, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
Yeah, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
The devil's in the detail and lurking your cell
*****, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
Wait, what do you believe in?
Heaven or Hell?
[Bridge: Dre]
They watching
This
Man, **** that ****
Family ties
Yo
[Verse 2: Dre]
12 rush in, **** bustin', they ain't bangin' on ****
I was in the studio, too busy samplin' your *****
*****, quit hittin' my line with all that rambling ****
He talking Ye all through the wire, this ain't Kanye, you *****
This is strictly for my *****s, like 2Pac in this ****
Like I'm resurrected in this
I'm fresh to death in this *****
She way impressed with this ****
I'm well invested in this
I dropped a body bag on her for new ass and new ****
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Stick and move
I just dropped a milli on a watch, nothing to prove
Yeah, these *****s mad, I get it, I would be too
Made a whole flip way back in '02
Had 'em divin' in the pool, make your [?] sky blue
She call me the Don and her besties call me Boo-oo
I'll just send an Uber when it's time to bring them through
Locations, drop a pin, do what it do
I got no patience, beat the box, round 2