(feat. GemStones)
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I present, the death, of tha cool
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[Verse 1]
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[Lupe]
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Well I heard like group of cows
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That all your enimies wanna shoot you down
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They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's
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Semi automatic weapons that produce ka pows
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Word on the street is, they all got heatas
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They gon hit you up and you ain't even gon see it
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You gotta lot of money, I ain't tryna be funny
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But they say where you goin, you ain't even gon need it
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They see you ridin round, shinin with your fine round diamonds
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Pretty green eyed lady
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Been on tha sideline poutin, while you primetime poppin
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Hungry niggas want a peice of your pastry
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I suggest you protect your bakery
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Cause they comin for your head,
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And its a bounty on that chain thats hangin from your neck
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They said
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[Chorus]
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I don't know
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What you been told in your ear, but I hear its goin down
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Sombody gotta
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DIE!!!
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Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
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Sombody gotta
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DIE!!!
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[Verse 2]
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[Gemstones]
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Hitta nigga wit tha mini mac strap, clap
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Any nigga think he gettin keys down here
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Any meeta, any nigga gettin money, or my honey, man heard micheal young is the reclown? here
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Run up on a nigga from tha back wit a mac
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Or be strapped cause a nigga finna squeeze off 10
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Run up on his nigga lac ratta tat tat,
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Click clack where this nigga at
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I need sin
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Shit is goin down if i see him
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Bump a nigga out like oxy ten
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And keep a couple of dollas up in tha wallet
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To pay they cops so they can never box me in
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DIE!!!
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Thats what im thinkin
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While ridin around polishin this big pistol
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Imma catch him in tha wind
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Pray tha gun don't jam
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So until we meet again
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Nigga its cool!
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[Chorus]
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I don't know
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What you been told in your ear, but I hear its goin down
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Sombody gotta
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DIE!!!
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Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
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Sombody gotta
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DIE!!!
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[Lupe chatter]
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Man, man you can't beleive none of that. Man you need just need to, you just need to relax
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Man. Trust me
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[Verse 3]
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[Lupe]
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Don't pay them niggas no mind
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They hatin on you ain't nobody witta shotty
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Planin on doin a robbery
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Itchin to catch a body
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Creepin in a stolen jalopy
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Out there waitin on you
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[Gemstones]
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sittin in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
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Should i let the mini mac or tha shotgun hit him?
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I been waitin all day tryna spot this nigga
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I can't let him get away, im gon pop this nigga! UHHHH
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[Lupe]
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Plus they don't know about the choppa in tha trunk
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Tha glocks in a box and tha nine on tuck
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The bullet proof glass the 40's in tha stash
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You pull tha steerin wheel and it pop on up
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[Gemstones]
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40 caliber stashed up in tha stash box
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Bullet proof windows, you couldn't break em wit a padlock
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Ak in tha trunk, where tha sounds bump
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Two twin glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock?
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[Lupe]
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Maaaaaaan
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We tryna go up in this club
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Show a little love
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Get a few drinks
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Holla at some girls
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Snatch up a pair
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Leave outta there
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Put some dro in tha air
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And then go and get some grub
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[Gemstones]
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We finna go up in tha club
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Show a little love
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Get a few drinks
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Holla at some girls
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Snatch up a pair
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Leave outta there
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Put some dro in tha air
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And then catch a few slugs
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[Lupe] ay pull over right here, i gotta take a pee
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And don't go nowhere nigga wait for me
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And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes
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Just remember my nigga its a heaven for a G.
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[music stops]
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[The cool plays on the radio inside of a car]
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[Lupe] Ay ay hold this right there.
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I'll be, i'll be right back i gotta take a piss man hold on.
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Fa sho. Ay man, ay don't leave i'll be right back.
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Ay don't leave i'll be back.
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[Gemstones] Hurry your ass up man. Damn.
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Coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what.
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Hustla for life!!!
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Ay man, nigga hurry your ass up. Shit.
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Imma cool ass nigga man.
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Fuckin three in tha mornin.
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I'm tha coolest muthafucka in tha world man.
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Niggas ain't fuckin with me man.
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Nigga i'm high, smokin. Fly ass car.
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I run these muthafuckin streets, and these niggas out here lookin for me.
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Man i wish a muthafucka would...
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