| (feat. GemStones) 
 I present, the death, of tha cool
 [Verse 1]
 [Lupe]
 Well I heard like group of cows
 That all your enimies wanna shoot you down
 They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's
 Semi automatic weapons that produce ka pows
 Word on the street is, they all got heatas
 They gon hit you up and you ain't even gon see it
 You gotta lot of money, I ain't tryna be funny
 But they say where you goin, you ain't even gon need it
 They see you ridin round, shinin with your fine round diamonds
 Pretty green eyed lady
 Been on tha sideline poutin, while you primetime poppin
 Hungry niggas want a peice of your pastry
 I suggest you protect your bakery
 Cause they comin for your head,
 And its a bounty on that chain thats hangin from your neck
 They said
 
 [Chorus]
 I don't know
 What you been told in your ear, but I hear its goin down
 Sombody gotta
 DIE!!!
 Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
 Sombody gotta
 DIE!!!
 
 [Verse 2]
 [Gemstones]
 Hitta nigga wit tha mini mac strap, clap
 Any nigga think he gettin keys down here
 Any meeta, any nigga gettin money, or my honey, man heard micheal young is the reclown? here
 Run up on a nigga from tha back wit a mac
 Or be strapped cause a nigga finna squeeze off 10
 Run up on his nigga lac ratta tat tat,
 Click clack where this nigga at
 I need sin
 Shit is goin down if i see him
 Bump a nigga out like oxy ten
 And keep a couple of dollas up in tha wallet
 To pay they cops so they can never box me in
 DIE!!!
 Thats what im thinkin
 While ridin around polishin this big pistol
 Imma catch him in tha wind
 Pray tha gun don't jam
 So until we meet again
 Nigga its cool!
 
 [Chorus]
 I don't know
 What you been told in your ear, but I hear its goin down
 Sombody gotta
 DIE!!!
 Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
 Sombody gotta
 DIE!!!
 
 [Lupe chatter]
 Man, man you can't  beleive none of that. Man you need just need to, you just need to relax
 Man. Trust me
 
 [Verse 3]
 [Lupe]
 Don't pay them niggas no mind
 They hatin on you ain't nobody witta shotty
 Planin on doin a robbery
 Itchin to catch a body
 Creepin in a stolen jalopy
 Out there waitin on you
 [Gemstones]
 sittin in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
 Should i let the mini mac or tha shotgun hit him?
 I been waitin all day tryna spot this nigga
 I can't let him get away, im gon pop this nigga! UHHHH
 [Lupe]
 Plus they don't know about the choppa in tha trunk
 Tha glocks in a box and tha nine on tuck
 The bullet proof glass the 40's in tha stash
 You pull tha steerin wheel and it pop on up
 [Gemstones]
 40 caliber stashed up in tha stash box
 Bullet proof windows, you couldn't break em wit a padlock
 Ak in tha trunk, where tha sounds bump
 Two twin glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock?
 [Lupe]
 Maaaaaaan
 We tryna go up in this club
 Show a little love
 Get a few drinks
 Holla at some girls
 Snatch up a pair
 Leave outta there
 Put some dro in tha air
 And then go and get some grub
 [Gemstones]
 We finna go up in tha club
 Show a little love
 Get a few drinks
 Holla at some girls
 Snatch up a pair
 Leave outta there
 Put some dro in tha air
 And then catch a few slugs
 [Lupe] ay pull over right here, i gotta take a pee
 And don't go nowhere nigga wait for me
 And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes
 Just remember my nigga its a heaven for a G.
 
 [music stops]
 [The cool plays on the radio inside of a car]
 
 [Lupe] Ay ay hold this right there.
 I'll be, i'll be right back i gotta take a piss man hold on.
 Fa sho. Ay man, ay don't leave i'll be right back.
 Ay don't leave i'll be back.
 [Gemstones] Hurry your ass up man. Damn.
 Coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what.
 Hustla for life!!!
 Ay man, nigga hurry your ass up. Shit.
 Imma cool ass nigga man.
 Fuckin three in tha mornin.
 I'm tha coolest muthafucka in tha world man.
 Niggas ain't fuckin with me man.
 Nigga i'm high, smokin. Fly ass car.
 I run these muthafuckin streets, and these niggas out here lookin for me.
 Man i wish a muthafucka would...
 Ay nigga hurry your ass up, nigga. Damn
 [footsteps and a gun cocking]
 [random voice] Whats up now nigga?
 Ain't to cool now is you nigga?
 
 [Musics slowly fades to a stop]
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