(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]