Перевод песни Ja Rule – Passion

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I know ya’ll love me
Let’s go
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
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
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
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
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