[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
I present the d**h of The Cool
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Well I herd like groups of cows
That all your enemies 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 heaters
They gon' hit you up, you ain't even gonna see it
You got a lot of money, I ain't tryin' to be funny
But they say where you goin', you ain't even gonna need it
I seen you ridin' round, shinin' with your fine round
Diamonds, pretty green eyed lady
Been on the sideline, plottin' while you prime time, poppin'
Hungry n***as want a piece of your pastry
I suggest you protect your bakery cause they comin' for your head
And there's a bounty on the chain that's hangin' from your neck, you see
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (Die!)
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But here's what's goin' round, somebody gotta (Die!)
[Verse 2: GemStones]
Hit a n***a, put the mini Mac strap, clap
Any n***a think he gettin' G's down here
Enemy to any n***a gettin' money on my honey
Man I heard Michael Young is the real clown here
Run upon a n***a from the back with a Mac
Gon' be strapped cause a n***a finna' squeeze off ten
Run upon this n***a 'lac, rat-a-tat-tat
Click-clack, where this n***a at? I needs in
sh** is going down if ever I see him
Rub a n***a out like Oxy 10
And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can never box me in
That's what I'm thinkin' 'bout
Ridin' around polishin' this big pistol
I'mma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So, until we meet again, n***a, it's cool
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (Die!)
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But here's what's goin' round, somebody gotta (Die!)
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco and GemStones]
[Lupe Fiasco]
Don't pay them n***as no mind, they hatin' on you
Ain't nobody with a shotty out plannin' to do a robbery
Itchin' to catch a body creepin'
In the stolen jalopy out there waitin' on you
[GemStones]
I'm sittin' in this stolen car finna rob this n***a
Should I let the mini Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin' all day tryin' to spot this n***a
I can't let him get away I'mma pop this n***a, UH!
[Lupe Fiasco]
Plus they don't know about the choppa in the trunk
The Glocks in the box and the 9 on tuck
The bulletproof gla**, the 40 in the stash
I pull the steering wheel and it pop all up
[GemStones]
40 caliber stashed up in his dash box
Bulletproof windows you couldn't break 'em with a pad lock
AK in the trunk, where the sounds bump
2 twin Glock 40's, and a 9 in his damn crotch
[Lupe Fiasco]
Man, we finna 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 the air then go get some grub
[GemStones]
They finna go up in the club, show a little love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some dro in the air then catch a few slugs
[Lupe]
Hey, hey, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere, n***a wait for me
And if some n***as do k** ya in the next few minutes
Just remember, my n***a, there's a heaven for a G
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco and Gemstones]
[Lupe Fiasco]
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 a** up man. Damn
Coolest n***a what, coolest n***a what, coolest n***a what
Hustla for life!
Ay man, n***a hurry your a** up. sh**
I'mma cool a** n***a man
f**in' three in the mornin'
I'm the coolest muthaf**a in the world, man
n***as ain't f**in' with me man
n***a i'm high, smokin'. Fly a** car
I run these muthaf**in' streets, and these n***as out here lookin' for me
Man i wish a muthaf**a' would...
Ay, n***a hurry your a** up, n***a! Damn
[footsteps and a gun co*king]
[random voice]
Whats up now n***a?
Ain't to cool now is you n***a?