Heaven & Hell

[Intro: Fat Joe] (After laughter comes tears) (After laughter comes tears) 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 Nigga, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell? Wait, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell? (They watchin') (After laughter comes tears) (Yo) [Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre] Back when Bobby Brown was fucking bitches in his trailer Yeah, I got the bitches beggin', "Don't be cruel to me, playa" I had the fiends going, "Woo", that Rick Flair Hustlers hazing heroin, triple H around here ('Round here) We Fendi frontin', the fort that way Christian Louboutin, killin' 'em, nigga, no Yahweh (Jesus) Bad vibes when we see you niggas And I take that you pussy, yeah, me too, nigga Joey, Mulsanne, 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 Coca Them weight watchers, nah, I ain't talking 'bout Oprah Niggas goin' back and forth, they be doin' the most (They watchin') That's why we hit him with the Jada and Ghost [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 Nigga, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell? Wait, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell? (They watching) [Bridge: Dre] This Man, fuck that shit Family Ties, yo [Verse 2: Dre] 12 rushin', door bustin', they ain't bangin' on shit I was in the studio too busy samplin' your bitch Nigga, quit hittin' my line with all that ramblin' shit He talking yay all through the wire, this ain't Kanye, you bitch This is strictly for my niggas, like 2Pac in this shit Like I'm resurrected in this, I'm fresh to death in this bitch She way impressed with this shit, I'm well invested in this I dropped a body bag on her for new ass and new tits [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Stick and move I just dropped a milli on a watch, nothing to prove Yeah, these niggas mad, I get it, I would be, too Made a whole flip way back in '02 Had 'em divin' in the pool, mink chinchilla sky blue She call me the Don and her besties call me Boo, ooh 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 two [Outro] After After After laughter comes tears (Heaven or hell?) After (After) laughter (Your laughter) comes tears (There'll be tears, tears, tears)