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The Die (Explicit Album Version) - Lupe Fiasco/GemStones
I present the death of tha cool
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
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
Hitta ni**a wit tha mini mac strap clap
Any ni**a think he gettin keys down here
Any meeta any ni**a gettin money or my honey man i heard
Micheal young is a weak clown here
Run up on a ni**a from tha back wit a mac
Or be strapped cause a ni**a finna squeeze off 10
Run up on his ni**a lac ratta tat tat
Click clack where this ni**a at I need sin
Sh*t is goin down if i see him
Bump a ni**a 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 i'm 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
Ni**a its cool
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
Man man you can't beleive none of that
But business goin round
Man you need just need to you just need to relax man Trust me
Sombody gotta
DIE
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
Sittin in a stolen car finna rob this ni**a
Out there waitin on you
Should i let the mini mac or tha shotgun hit him
I been waitin all day tryna spot this ni**a
I can't let him get away i'm gon pop this ni**a UHHHH
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
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
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
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
Ay pull over right here i gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere ni**a wait for me
And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my ni**a its a heaven for a G
(music stops)
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
Hurry your a** up man Damn
Coolest ni**a what coolest ni**a what coolest ni**a what
Hustla for life
Ay man ni**a hurry your a** up Sh*t
Imma cool a** ni**a man
F**kin three in tha mornin
I'm tha coolest muthaf**ka in tha world man
Niggas ain't f**kin with me man
Ni**a i'm high smokin Fly a** car
I run these muthaf**kin streets
And these niggas out here lookin for me Man i wish a muthaf**ka would
Ay ni**a hurry your a** up ni**a Damn
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