Passion (Album Version (Explicit))

I know ya'll love me Let's go Hook Nobody loves me Sometimes the world can seem so cold Looking through the windows of my soul I see the truth and now I know I know, I know, I know Y'all gotta love me When the weight of the world was on my shoulders You were there When it got heavy, I held it You were there The ones that stood by me like soldiers You were there I know you love me Verse 1 But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me Send a sign or somethin' Is it all for nothin' The talent and passion of mine I'm sick of sufferin' I know your plans is greater than mine So I'm asking Why do you want me dead or alive And how could you let the people see me through the enemy's eyes Like, jealousy, envy, Feds wanna convict Gotti I'm thinking probably we was gettin' too much money Too many niggas in whips sittin' on 20's Too much connections to the streets, Y'all niggas doin' somethin' And after overall assumptions, so it's all or nothin' Ain't nothin' stopping the second coming, except the coffin I may be incased, but even from there I still touch 'em Niggas ain't promised tomorrow, that's why we still hustle For all my niggas that can't be here For every tear, say me a prayer, I swear Hook Verse 2 But what's love, when your friends become enemies Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams And as bad as everything seems Keep hustling We gon' get it by any means How unfortunate, January the sixth Federal officers, raided our offices Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live And they swear they got niggas that's informin' them They've been handin' down indictments for about a year And they send nobody to jail yet, we still in the clear And the Bible that said, Thou shall not fear no man, but God Whoever said that, ain't never faced the law And why all these Feds probin' going on I'm fighting niggas, swingin' back against the wall That's for my niggas that can't be here For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear Hook Verse Three How could you hate me, why would the Lord forsake me Put the weight of the world on my shoulders I thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice Keep raisin' my kids: Britney, Jeffry, and Jordan Keep coppin' new whips: Bentleys, Benzes, and Porshes My niggas, and my fans is the only thing of importance It's crazy how the world turns Sometimes, you gotta light up and let it burn Sweep up your ashes, put 'em up in a urn On a mantle from memories I hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me The Passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear The vision's real clear, just look in my eyes I believe in putting my life in the hands of God For all my niggas that can't be here For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear Hook Outro You know..... I give love to all my niggas Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga I nigga Prim, we with you niggas Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga My whole carreer and shit All the fans, fucking with a nigga All my Rocafella, Terror Squad niggas My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder niggas Dessert Storm niggas, Bad Boy niggas Thugged Out Entertainment niggas My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggas What up Prince My niggas from The Source My fam, my nigga Zino, what's happenin' playa Dave. All my niggas at radio, retail, all the DJ's You know what it is. All my Boston niggas, Atlanta niggas All my New York niggas, what's happenin' you know All my niggas down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit All my L.A. niggas, L.A. My Death Row family What up Suge All my Miami niggas, what up Ump My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga My wife, my kids, I know you love me All my gangsta niggas, all my bitches, hehe..... Rule My nigga Buck from the boards I got my family out here and shit My nigga Burns, L Murda, J.R. Lil' Amber Nothin' but love. My brother Denzel D. what up nigga My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up My nigga Sun, what up nigga Fred, what's happenin' HOLLA Slig, what's goin' on, nigga O-Easy, my nigga Black Jodi, we here niggas. Black Child, I see you My nigga Lac, what up Caddy My nigga Jimi Hendrix, one of the best Lloyd, what happenin' nigga We been killin' 'em this year, huh My nigga Gutter, B Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl C. Gotti what up My nigga Phanter My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood niggas All my niggas, my nigga Nicholas, my nigga Todd Short man, Santana the God Wanna give a special shout to the woman who made me Made all this possible, Debra, my moms And the woman who made her, Mary, I love y'all And I know y'all love me too, Rule