The Die (feat. GemStones)

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
I present... the death... of The Cool!


[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
(DIE!!) Well I heard like a group of cows
That all ya enemies wanna shot you down
They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons that produce "Kapows!"
Word on the street is, they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up and you ain't even gon' see it
You got a lotta 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 ya fine round diamonds
Pretty green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline plottin,' while you primetime poppin'
Hungry niggas want a piece of your pastry
I suggest you protect yo bakery, cause they comin for yo head
And it's a bounty on that chain that's hangin from yo leg, they said..


[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I don't know, what you've been told
In your ear, but I hear it's goin' down
Somebody gotta - (DIE!!)
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 nigga wit the mini-mac strap
Clap any nigga, think he gettin Gs' down here
Enemy, to any nigga gettin money on my honey
Man, I heard Michael Young is the weed clown here
Run up on a nigga, from the back, wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped, cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten
Run up on this nigga 'Lac, RAT-TA-TAT-TAT
Click CLACK, where this nigga at? I needs in
Shit is goin down, ever I see him
Rub a nigga out like Oxy-10 (Rub a nigga out like oxytin)
And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can never box me in
(DIE!!) - that's what I'm thinkin
while ridin around polishin' this big pistol
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So until we meet again, nigga it's cool!


[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I don't know, what you've been told
In your ear, but I hear it's goin' down
Somebody gotta - (DIE!!)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But, here's what's goin round, somebody gotta (DIE!!)


[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
Don't pay them niggas no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta shotty
And plannin' on doin a robbery, itchin' to catch a body
Creepin in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you


[Verse #4: GemStones]
I'm sittin in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin all day, tryna SPOT this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga - UHH!!!


[Verse #5: Lupe Fiasco]
Plus they don't know about the chopper in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the nine on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the stash
You pull the steering wheel and it pop on up


[Verse #6: Gemstones]
Forty caliber stashed up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break em wit a padlock
Ak in the trunk, where the sounds bump
Two twin Glock 40's, and a nine in his damn crotch


[Verse #7: Lupe Fiasco]
Maaaaaaan, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some gurls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub


[Verse #8: Gemstones]
They finna go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some gurls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then catch a few slugs


[Lupe Fiasco]
Ay...ay, 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, it's a heaven for a G


{*music abruptly stops as night air and city ambience is heard*}


[Lupe Fiasco - talking]
Ay ay, hold this right there I'll be
I'll be right back, I gotta take a piss man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back
Ay, don't leave I'll be back
[car door slams, radio plays Lupe Fiasco's "The Cool"]


[Gemstones - talking]
Hurry your ass up man, damn! *smokes*
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga what
Coolest nigga what, hustla fo' LIFE!
Ay man! *sniffles and rubs nose*
Aiyyo..nigga hurry yo' ass up! Man.. *sniffs*
Cool ass nigga man *chuckles and coughs*... fuckin three in the mornin
Coolest muh'fucker in the world man, niggas ain't fuckin with me man
Nigga high, smokin...Fly ass car...*smokes*
I run these motherfuckin streets, nigga out here lookin for me!
Nigga, I wish a muthafucka would - AY NIGGA HURRY YO' ASS UP, NIGGA!!!
DAMN!
[footsteps approaching and gun clicks]


[unknown voice]
Wassup now, nigga? *Six loud gunshots*
...Ain't too cool now, is you nigga?


["The Cool" in the background begins to slow down and slowly fade]