The Die

[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]