[Intro: Fat Joe]
(After laughter comes tears)
(After laughter comes tears) 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
N***a, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell?
Wait, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell? (They watchin')
(After laughter comes tears) (Yo)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Dre]
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, n***a, no Yahweh (Jesus)
Bad vibes when we see you n***as
And I take that you pussy, yeah, me too, n***a
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
N***as goin' back and forth, they be doin' the most (They watchin')
That's why we hit him with the Jada and Ghost
[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
N***a, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell?
Wait, what do you believe in? Heaven or Hell? (They watching)

[Bridge: Dre]
This
Man, fuck that shit
Family Ties, yo

[Verse 2: Dre]
12 rushin', door bustin', they ain't bangin' on shit
I was in the studio too busy samplin' your bitch
N***a, 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 n***as, 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
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Stick and move
I just dropped a milli on a watch, nothing to prove
Yeah, these n***as 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

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