Heaven & Hell

[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