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Why you always got to be so cool
And why I always got to play your fool
You don’t really know what life’s about
Baby come and let your feelings out

Say you really want me
Don’t keep it to yourself
Say you really need me
Just me and no one else
Say you really love me
Ooh let me know it’s true
Say you really want me
The way that I want you tonight

You don’t know a thing about romance
Deep inside you’re scared to take the chance
‘Cos love like this may never come again
Make your move or I’ll be in the wind

I need somebody through the thick and the thin
‘Cos I know the problems of today
The time is over now for playing those games
Lets take it all the way

In that big big house, there are fifty doors
And one of them leads to your heart
In the time of spring I passed your gate
And tried to make a start

All I knew was the scent of sea and dew
But I’ve been in love before, how about you?

There’s a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

In that big old house there are fifty beds
And one of them leads to your soul
It’s a bed of fear, a bed of threats
Regrets and sheets so cold

All I knew your eyes so velvet blue
I’ve been in love before, how about you?

There’s a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

It’s time to place your bets in life
I’ve played the loser’s game of life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain
(instrumen)
Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky
Fly fly away, bye bye

It’s time to place your bets in life
I’ve played the loser’s game of life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Dream about the sun
You queen of rain
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Goddamn! Right
Oh this that Freddy and Jason
Smooth it out

[Verse 1: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music (talk to ’em, Fab)
Told Swizz gotta put the top down (hey)
Drive by my old school just to make my Dean lose it, hah
Always said I’d be a dropout (damn)
Yeah, only right I bring the drop out (woo!)
Look, and everyday is first class
Not bad for the kid who never made his first class
{*school bell ringing*} Yeah

[Verse 2: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
I’m in homeroom with dime sacks (Jada)
If you miss something, rewind that
Memories take you back to the time
Take the time to remember that you can’t get the time back
Now your boy’s invincible
Got me teaching niggas principles
It just make me wanna holla
You can’t even get a dollar cause I can’t talk sense to you (owww!)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
They wanna front ’til you jump in the back
Shawty named Rosa, jump in the back
House party days, you’d get jumped in the back
Nowadays the jump offs just jump in the back
Swish, my jumper is back (oh!)
The bars is up, high jumper is back (whoop!)
You gon’ make one of the gremlins jump from the back
Put the strap over the shoulder like the jumpers is back, yeah

[Verse 4: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
The Eurostep, the German ruger (woo!)
You already know Voorhees (kill kill kill) and Krueger (hahahaha)
Kill shit, still move ki’s through Uber (huh)
Real shit, still gotta feed the shooters (goddamn)
First comes the torture, then they abuse ya (woo!)
Are you the victim? Are you the accuser? (huh)
Nowadays the dealers worse than the users (oh)
Besides that the system thirsty to lose us, yeah
(Freddy and Jason!)

[Verse 5: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
Flow smooth over the Marvin
Show and prove over the talking (yeah)
They told me as a young G
Even when you hungry never move like you starving
Any questions, asking above (woo!)
Any problems, mask and the gloves (ayy)
Jason and Freddy basically ready
I’m like Masika and Alexis how I’m chasing the fetti
(Goddamn!) Ugh

[Verse 6: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
That’s all I do (woo!), please don’t make me call my crew
Life’s a bitch, don’t make me call my boo
They get the drop
Then them killers they’ll fall right through (blaow!)
Yeah, I’m in the projects hella late (damn)
Shooting dice, playing spades and they selling plates (4-5’s)
The love is for free but they selling hate (ayy)
Either selling weight to you or you selling weight?
(Goddamn) Yeah

[Hook: Fabolous]
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Goddamnit! This that Freddy and Jason, huh?
This that Freddy and Jason, huh?
It’s about to get ugly in these streets
That Fab, that Jada, that Swizz
Middle finger to your haters
C’mon man get a plate, get your own plate
Get a seat at the table, if you lucky, huh
Back on that thing, back on that B.S. business
Can’t even walk the streets
Bout to make it so y’all can’t even walk the streets, huh
Put the business suit up and put the hood on
Put the chains on, huh, goddamnit!
Smooth it out

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…