Heaven & Hell

(album: Family Ties - 2019)

[Fat Joe:]
The dynamic, family ties

[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?

Yo, back when Bobby Brown was fucking bitches in his trailer
(Yeah, I got the bitches begging, "Don't be crude to me, playa")
I had the fiends going, "Whoa", that Rick Flair
(Hustler's hazing heroin, triple H around here (Round here))
We Fendi fronting the fort that way
(Christian Louboutin, killing them nigga, no Yahweh (Jesus))
Bad vibes when we see you niggas
And I take that you 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 dropping names)
I warned him, he wasn't listening to [?] or them weight watchers
Nah, I ain't talking 'bout Oprah
(Niggas going back and forth
They be doing the most)
That's why we hit him with the jaded goats

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?

[Dre:]
They watching
This
Man, fuck that shit
Family ties
Yo

12 rush in, dope busting, they ain't banging on shit
I was in the studio, too busy sampling your bitch
Nigga, quit hitting 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 dropped a body bag on her for new ass and new tits

[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 diving 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