Passion

R: Nobody loves me

Sometimes the world can seem so cold

Looking through the windows of my soul

I see, the true fan 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

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me

Send a sign or somethin'

This is 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 niggaz in whips sittin' on 20's

Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggaz doin' somethin'

And after overall assumptions, or 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

niggaz ain't promised tomorrow, that's why we still hustle

For all my niggaz that can't be here

For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear

R: Nobody loves me...

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 niggaz that's informing 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 this fake ?? going on

I'm fighting niggaz, swingin' back against the wall

That's for my niggaz that can't be here

For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear

R: Nobody loves me...

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 Porsches

My niggaz, 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 niggaz that can't be here

For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

R: Nobody loves me...

You know..... I give love to all my niggaz

Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga

I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz

Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga

My whole career and shit

All the fans, fucking with a nigga

All my Rocafella, Terror Squad niggaz

My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder niggaz

Dessert Storm niggaz, Bad Boy niggaz

Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz

My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz

What up Prince? My niggaz from The Source

My fam, my nigga Zino, what's happenin' playa

Dave. All my niggaz at radio, retail, all the DJ's

You know what it is. All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz

All my New York niggaz, what's happenin' you know

All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit

All my L.A. niggaz, L.A. My Death Row family

What up Suge? All my Miami niggaz, 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz. 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 niggaz

All my niggaz, 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