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 V.I.P. 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?
[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre]
Yo, back when Bobby Brown was fucking bitches in his trailer
Yeah, I got the bitches beggin' "Don't be crude to me, playa"
I had the fiends going "Woah", that Rick Flair
Hustler's hazing heroin, triple H around here (Round here)
We fendy frontin' the fort that way
Christian Louis Vuitton, killin' them nigga, no Yahway (Jesus)
Bad vibes when we see you niggas
And I take that you a pussy
Yeah me too nigga
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
Niggas 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 V.I.P. 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?
[Verse 2: Dre]
They watching
This
Man fuck that shit
Family ties
Yo
12 rush in, dope bustin', they ain't bangin' on shit
I was in the studio, to busy samplin' your bitch
Nigga quit hittin' my line with all that rambling shit
He talking Ye 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 drop 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
Date a whole flip, way back in '02
Had them drivin' in the pool, [?] 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
[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 V.I.P. 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? [Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre] Yo, back when Bobby Brown was fucking bitches in his trailer Yeah, I got the bitches beggin' "Don't be crude to me, playa" I had the fiends going "Woah", that Rick Flair Hustler's hazing heroin, triple H around here (Round here) We fendy frontin' the fort that way Christian Louis Vuitton, killin' them nigga, no Yahway (Jesus) Bad vibes when we see you niggas And I take that you a pussy Yeah me too nigga 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 Niggas 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 V.I.P. 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? [Verse 2: Dre] They watching This Man fuck that shit Family ties Yo 12 rush in, dope bustin', they ain't bangin' on shit I was in the studio, to busy samplin' your bitch Nigga quit hittin' my line with all that rambling shit He talking Ye 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 drop 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 Date a whole flip, way back in '02 Had them drivin' in the pool, [?] 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 Explain Request ×
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