Family Ties
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| 제목 | Family Ties |
| 아티스트 | Fat Joe & Dre |
| 발매일 | 2019년 12월 6일 |
| 장르 | 힙합 |
| 전체 길이 | 41분 33초 |
| 수록곡 수 | 11 |
| 프로듀서 | 808-Ray, Cool & Dre, Hitmaka, Boi-1da |
| 레이블 | RNG (Rap's New Generation) / EMPIRE |
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1. 개요
Fat Joe와 Dre[1]
Cool & Dre의 Dre이지, Dr. Dre가 아니다.
2. 트랙
| '''트랙리스트''' | ||
| <rowcolor=#f8e2b1> '''트랙''' | '''제목''' | '''프로듀서''' |
| 1 | Projects | Dre |
| 2 | Been Thru | |
| 3 | Heaven & Hell | |
| 4 | Hands On You (feat. Jeremih & Bryson Tiller) | Boi-1da Jahaan Sweet |
| 5 | Day 1s (feat. Big Bank DTE) | Dre |
| 6 | Yes (feat. Cardi B & Anuel AA) | Cool & Dre |
| 7 | Big Splash (feat. Remy Ma) | Dre |
| 8 | Lord Above (feat. Eminem & Mary J. Blige) | Cool & Dre 808-Ray |
| 9 | Drive (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih) | Cardiak Hitmaka |
| 10 | Pullin (feat. Lil Wayne) | 808-Ray Dre |
| 11 | Deep | Dre |
2.1. Lord Above (ft. 에미넴 & 메리 제이 블라이즈)
8번 트랙. 데뷔주 빌보드 핫 100에 97위를 달성하였다.
| '''Lord Above''' [Verse 1: Dre] Yeah We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus Hate is a sin, dog, be real, I got my hand on the pump You on Twitter in your feels, throwin' subs, arguin' with chicks I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with Passin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips Sermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip That dinero from zero, so heaven-sent Immaculate, blessings from Mary, I reminisce On days we was broke, all we had was some common sense Last night, I had a nightmare I was at the stove I woke up in Paris cookin' up for Hov That's why I thank the Lord for givin' me this life And even when I'm gone the music keepin' us alive Yeah, it's called forever-ever Ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Oh, oh Yeah, yeah, oh I'm so grateful, all I need is love To the Lord above [Verse 2: Fat Joe] G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex Mischievous thoughts 'fore seein' the sauce Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche, uh The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters We the Jimmy's Cafe, ain't no need for operas Had the fiends scream, "Hallelujah," fuck the prosecutor Gave my nigga fifty years and he was not the shooter When they see us, solitar' confinement Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah My chick's from San Fran', but stay out my bae area You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across Death knockin' at your door got you squeezin' handle And you ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] And I've been good, oh All I need is love To the Lord above [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm sittin' here reminiscin' Think I just got a light bulb Somethin' I'd like to mention, this is just on a side note Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though I know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note But that other dude's whipped, that pussy got him neutered Tried to tell him this chick's a nutjob 'fore he got his jewels clipped Almost got my caboose kicked Fool, quit, you not gon' do shit I let her chop my balls off too 'fore I lost to you, Nick[2] Nick Cannon I should quit watchin' news clips, yeah My balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool 'cause I got scratch So my pockets full when I'm takin' shots at you Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick I'm over the top, like Cool Whip[3] 디저트 위에 뿌리는 크림 And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it I will stop and cut off the music Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this Stackin' my guap, savage, I'm not to fool with Like a handgun, you could say I'm like a gat when it's cocked I keep it a (Buck, buck), your ass'll get shot If rap was an actual Glock You'd act like you strapped when you're not Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop You the man 'til I pop your top You ain't Jack in a Box and I ain't talkin' a hamburger spot Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak (Yeah) '''Rest in peace to Afeni[4] 투팍 어머니 You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot''' (Nah) Blow 30 million in a month, call it Brewster's Millions Just hope I don't lose the feelin', from soldier to civilian Got everything I need But I don't even see myself in the future chillin' Only thing I don't have in the booth's a ceiling Just call me The Roofless Villain They tellin' me sky's the limit, so I got my head in the clouds '''Unicorn''' in '''human form''', saw a gift horse Looked him dead in the mouth And Lord, good lookin' out For sendin' me Edna and Charles Whenever Mom kicked me out of the house They were the bomb, then you sent me LL All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve Only way that I knew how to better myself Is when I'm bet against by everyone else So, Joe hit the head on the nail You ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel I was gun-shy, but now like a snail The slug's comin' out of its shell [Outro: Mary J. Blige] Oh, there's no hate in this world That can make me give up That can keep me stuck Lord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you) I thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (So thankful) Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm I thank the Lord above Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo |