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Fat Joe, Dre - Lord Above ft. Eminem & Mary J. Blige

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[00:10.64] Yeah

[00:11.89] We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus

[00:15.64] Hate is a sin dog, be real

[00:17.64] (I got my hand on the pump)

[00:19.64] You on Twitter in your feels

[00:21.64] Throwin' subs, arguin' with chicks

[00:24.39] I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with

[00:27.65] Passin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips

[00:30.64] Sermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip

[00:34.64] That dinero from zero, so heaven-sent

[00:36.64] Immaculate, blessings from Mary, I reminisce

[00:39.64] On days we was broke, all we had was some common sense

[00:43.14] Last night, I had a nightmare, I was at the stove

[00:46.64] I woke up in Paris, cookin' up for Hov

[00:49.64] That's why I thank the Lord for givin' me this life

[00:52.89] And even when I'm gone, the music keepin' us alive

[00:55.89] Yeah, it's called forever-ever

[00:59.14] Ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties

[01:02.14] Oh, oh

[01:05.39] Yeah, yeah, oh

[01:08.89] I'm so grateful, all I need is love

[01:11.14] To the Lord above

[01:14.89] G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects

[01:17.64] Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex

[01:20.64] Mischievous thoughts 'fore seein' the sauce

[01:23.39] Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche

[01:26.64] The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters

[01:29.64] We the Jimmy's Cafe, ain't no need for operas

[01:32.64] Had the fiends scream, "Hallelujah, " fuck the prosecutor

[01:35.64] Gave my nigga fifty years, and he was not the shooter

[01:38.89] When they see us, solitar' confinement

[01:42.14] Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds

[01:45.14] So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah

[01:48.64] My chick's from San Fran, but stay out my bae area

[01:51.89] You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross

[01:55.39] Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across

[01:58.14] Death knockin' at your door got you squeezin' handles

[02:01.64] And you ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel

[02:04.14] And I've been good, oh

[02:12.39] All I need is love

[02:15.39] To the Lord above

[02:17.14] I'm sittin' here, reminiscin', think I just got a light bulb

[02:19.89] Somethin' I'd like to mention, this is just on a side note

[02:22.90] Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though

[02:25.89] I know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note

[02:28.89] But that other dude's whipped, that pussy got him neutered

[02:32.14] Tried to tell him this chick's a nut job before he got his jewels clipped

[02:35.14] Almost got my caboose kicked, fool, quit, you not gon' do shit

[02:38.39] I let her chop my balls off, too 'fore I lost to you, Nick

[02:41.39] I should quit watchin' news clips, yeah

[02:44.64] My balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool

[02:47.64] 'Cause I got scratch, so my pockets full when I'm takin' shots at you

[02:50.39] Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick

[02:51.89] I'm over the top, like Cool Whip

[02:53.39] And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it

[02:55.64] I will stop and cut off the music

[02:57.40] Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this

[03:01.14] Stackin' my guap, savage, I'm not

[03:02.14] To fool with, like a handgun, you could say I'm like a gat when it's cocked

[03:06.39] I keep it a (buck, buck), your ass'll get shot

[03:08.89] If rap was an actual Glock, you'd act like you're strapped when you're not

[03:11.89] Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop

[03:15.40] You the man 'til I pop your top

[03:17.39] You ain't Jack in a Box

[03:20.14] And I ain't talkin' a hamburger spot

[03:21.89] Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak (yeah)

[03:25.39] Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac

[03:27.64] You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot (nah)

[03:30.89] Blow 30 million in a month, call it Brewster's Millions

[03:34.64] Just hope I don't lose the feelin', from soldier to civilian

[03:37.64] Got everything I need but I don't even see myself in the future chillin'

[03:40.64] Only thing I don't have in the booth's a ceiling, just call me the roofless villain

[03:43.89] They tellin' me sky's the limit, so I got my head in the clouds

[03:47.14] Unicorn in human form, saw a gift horse, looked him dead in the mouth

[03:50.14] (And Lord) And Lord, good lookin' out, for sendin' me Edna and Charles

[03:53.39] Whenever mom kicked me out of the house

[03:55.14] They were the bomb, then you sent me L-L

[03:56.64] All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve

[03:58.89] Only way that I knew how to better myself is when I'm bet against by everyone else

[04:02.14] So Joe hit the head on the nail

[04:04.89] You ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel

[04:05.89] I was gun shy, but now like a snail

[04:07.64] The slug's comin' out of its shell

[04:10.89] Oh, there's no hate in this world

[04:14.89] That can make me give up

[04:17.89] That can keep me stuck

[04:20.14] Lord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you)

[04:23.64] I thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (so thankful)

[04:30.14] Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm

[04:39.64] I thank the Lord above

[04:42.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[04:45.89] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo