Fat Joe, Dre - Heaven & Hell lyrics

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?
(After laughter comes tears, Yo)

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

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)

This man, fuck that shit
Family Ties, yo

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 tit's

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

After after
After laughter comes tears (Heaven or hell?)
After (After) laughter (Your laughter) comes tears (There'll be tears, tears, tears)