- Fat Joe Heaven & Hell 歌词
- Dre Fat Joe
- [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
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