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Текстове на песни: Ja Rule. Rule 3:36. The Rule Won't Die.

Uh, uh, yeah, gangsta shit
Takin' my word, want like this
They don't want none of me
They don't want none of me

Yeah, please believe it
Rule baby, unquestionable
Uh, uh, but you know that
Heck, I know that, uh, ha, yeah, uh

What has this world come to
When a nigga, like me could be perceived, the American Dream
Life ain't always what it seems, my younguns
Please believe, strugglin', always provokes the hustlin'

To that we accustomed
You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood
Still don't trust 'em, trust is a serious thing
Most niggas don't trust nobody, they ain't know since sixteen

Does that mean the Devil is in us, of course
Who you think is holdin' us up, to fall short
Touch but don't taste, taste but don't swallow
And these are the rules that we 'posed to follow

People pray for eternity, never see tomorrow
They just, wishin', the Lord, would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently, bringin', y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin' bud, I won't die

Hear what I'm sayin', y'all niggas better start sayin' prayers
'Cuz a nigga wit no cares, is finally here
Say what I want, when I want, fuck police
'Cuz my gangsta, niggas know, we own the streets

With the wind beneath my wings, ground under my feet
I'm the black rose, nigga that grew from concrete
It's the Rule, get it right or get it real hot
A whole lotta shots, sent flying through your block

The one I need and oh, before I leave
Does anybody else feel they don't wanna breathe
Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga, you know cold hearts don't bleed

Still they, pray for eternity, never seein' tomorrow
They just, wishin', the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently, bringin', y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin', the Rule won't die