The Die (feat. GemStones)

I present, the death, of the cool

Well I heard like group of cows

That all your enemies wanna shoot you down

They got AK-47's and a bunch of MAC-11's

Semiautomatic weapons that produce kapows

Word on the street is, they all go heaters

They gon' hit you up, you ain't even gon' see it

You got a lot of money, I ain't tryna be funny

But they say where you goin', you ain't ever gon' need it

They see you ridin' round, shinin' with your fine round diamonds

Pretty green eyed lady

Been on the sideline poutin', while you primetime poppin'

Hungry **** want a piece of your pastry

I suggest you protect you bakery

'Cause they comin' for your head

And it's a bounty on that chain

That's hanging from your neck

They said

I don't know

What you been told in your ear

But I hear it's going down

Somebody gotta

(Die)

I don't know

What you been told in your ear

But here's what's going 'round

Somebody gotta

(Die)

Hit a **** with the mini MAC strap, clap

Any **** think he getting keys down here

Enemy to any **** gettin' money

Or my honey, man I heard

Micheal Young is the real clown here

Run up on a **** from the back with a MAC

Be strapped cause a **** finna squeeze off ten

Run up on this **** like ratta-tat-tat

Click-clack, where this **** at? I needs in

Shit is going down ever I see him

Rub a **** out like Oxy-10

And keep a couple of dollars up in that wallet

To pay that cops so they can never box me in

(Die)

That's what I'm thinkin'

While riding' around polishin' this big pistol

I'ma catch him in that wind

Pray the gun don't jam

So until we meet again, **** its cool

I don't know

What you been told in your ear

But I hear it's going down

Somebody gotta

(Die)

I don't know

What you been told in your ear

But here's what's going 'round

Somebody gotta

(Die)

Don't pay them **** no mind

They hatin' on you ain't nobody with a shotty

Planin' on doing a robbery, itchin' to catch a body

Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you

Sitting in a stolen car, finna rob this ****

Should I let the mini MAC or the shotgun hit him?

I been waiting all day tryna spot this ****

I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this ****

(Die)

Plus they don't know about the chopper in the trunk

The Glock's in a box, and the nine on tuck

The bulletproof glass, the forty in the stash

You pull the steerin' wheel and it pop on up

Forty caliber stashed up in the stash box

Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em with a padlock

AK in the trunk , where the sounds bump

Two twin Glock forties and a nine in his damn crotch

(Die)

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 and get some grub

We 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

Aye, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee

And don't go nowhere, ****, wait for me

And if some **** do kill you in the next few minutes

Just remember, my ****, it's a heaven for a G

Aye, aye, hold it right there I'll be, I'll be right back

I got take a piss, man, hold on

Aye man, aye, don't leave, man, I'll be back

Aye, don't leave I be back

Hurry your ass up man, damn

Coolest **** what

Coolest **** what

Coolest **** what

Hustla for life

Aye, man

Damn, ****, hurry your ass up man, shit

Cool ass ****, man

Fucking three in the morning

Coolest motherfucker in the world

My **** ain't fuckin' with me

I'm high smokin', flyest car

I run these motherfuckin' streets

**** out here lookin' for me

Damn, I wish a motherfucker would

Aye, ****, hurry your ass up, ****, damn

What up's up now, ****?

Ain't too cool now is you, ****?