Ja Rule: Yeah, CMC shit, Holla. You should know about us by now. Huh, c'mon.

[Chorus]
Mary J. Blige: These streets done raised me
Ja Rule: Don't turn me off I'm still your child
MJB: Baby. Oh this world done changed me
JR: And there's nothing you can do about, nothing you can do about
MJB: These streets done raised me
JR: Can't turn me off I'm still your child
MJB: Baby. Oh this world done changed me
JR: And there ain't nothing you can do about, nothing you can do about us

Ja Rule:
I'm standing here looking in the mirror
Trying to convince myself my life is a little better
But I know the outcome, mo' money mo' problems
And that ain't gonna solve 'em (R.I.P. !)
Plus, this life that I'm living
There's no caution, no limit
So we all must be grateful
That God is forgiving
Might as well keep spinning
They all keep sinning
The Rule gon' keep living
I asked the Lord, Can he call me?
For when you need a true soldier for his army
Don't put nothing beyond me
This world made me what I is
A 26-year old kid ---- two kids
And I love 'em dearly
The diary of a mad man's mind don't see clearly
In theory, one would embrace his own fury
And ride till the death of us all
I'm on call, Lord, you know
The black dove, pain is love C'mon

Chorus

Mary J. Blige (Ja Rule)
I used to say prayers for you daily
But prayers just ain't helping you lately
And baby, baby I've shed my tears
But I'm not gon' no more, you crazy?
All these years you been feeling that
(Nobody loves me) Don't think that
(Mary, pray for me before I die
On the street shed)

Ja Rule:
I wanna plaster my wall with ----- I need to put hollow log slugs in
But then I think of my kids, young Rule, little Brittney
Something happen to them
Ya'll better kill me cuz 'long as a ----- lives
I'll be supersided, declare war on my rivals
And pray for they souls with my gun and a Holy Bible
And Ride to the death of us all
I'm on call, Lord, you know, the black dove, pain is love

Chorus

MJB: La la la la la
JR: Oh yeah baby...
[2x]

JR:
Nobody wanted me
So mama raised me
Crazy from the street game.

Ja Rule:
Ya'll little ------ can't douse the flame
Of the Rule's spirit as long as the feel the spirit
I know that you gon' hear it
The sounds of the Queen Mary and the God Rule
Whole Murda, ain't nothing new, you want it, I'll bring it to ya
This street life, familiar, it's very peculiar
Be careful, I got your ----- plottin' to kill you
And we gon' ride to the death of ya'll all
Lord I'm on call you know the black dove
Pain is love

Chorus

JR: No

MJB:
No no don't worry about the damage
Don't worry about what the world has said to you
Don't worry what the world done to you
Because everything is a lie
And you heard it from me
Ah, yes indeed
These streets done raised me
Oh baby
All you gotta do it hold
And everything'll be alright.