Passion lyrics

by

Trick Daddy


[Intro]
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 n*ggas in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, Y'all n*ggas 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
n*ggas ain't promised tomorrow, that's why we still hustle
For all my n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my n*ggas 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 n*ggas, 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 n*ggas that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear
[Hook]

[Outro]

You know..... I give love to all my n*ggas
Murder Inc. fam, my n*gga Gotti, what up n*gga
I n*gga Prim, we with you n*ggas
Been with a n*gga, roll with a n*gga
My whole carreer and sh*t
All the fans, f*cking with a n*gga
All my Rocafella, Terror Squad n*ggas
My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder n*ggas
Dessert Storm n*ggas, Bad Boy n*ggas
Thugged Out Entertainment n*ggas
My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia n*ggas
What up Prince? My n*ggas from The Source
My fam, my n*gga Zino, what's happenin' playa
Dave. All my n*ggas at radio, retail, all the DJ's
You know what it is. All my Boston n*ggas, Atlanta n*ggas
All my New York n*ggas, what's happenin' you know
All my n*ggas down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. n*ggas, L.A. My Death Row family
What up Suge? All my Miami n*ggas, what up Ump
My n*gga Freddy V, what's happenin' n*gga?
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up n*gga?
My wife, my kids, I know you love me
All my gangsta n*ggas, all my b*tches, hehe..... Rule
My n*gga Buck from the boards
I got my family out here and sh*t
My n*gga Burns, L Murda, J.R. Lil' Amber
Nothin' but love. My brother Denzel D. what up n*gga?
My n*gga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up?
My n*gga Sun, what up n*gga? Fred, what's happenin'? HOLLA
Slig, what's goin' on, n*gga? O-Easy, my n*gga Black
Jodi, we here n*ggas. Black Child, I see you
My n*gga Lac, what up Caddy?
My n*gga Jimi Hendrix, one of the best
Lloyd, what happenin' n*gga? We been killin' 'em this year, huh?
My n*gga Gutter, B Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl?
C. Gotti what up? My n*gga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood n*ggas
All my n*ggas, my n*gga Nicholas, my n*gga 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
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