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LUPE FIASCO lyrics : "The Die"

(feat. GemStones)

I present, the death, of tha cool


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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 ^!$$%s want a peice of your pastry
I suggest you protect your bakery

Cause they comin for your head,
And it's a bounty on that chain that's hangin from your neck
They said


[Chorus:]
I don't know

What you been told in your ear, but I hear it's 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 ^!$$% with tha mini mac strap, clap

Any ^!$$% think he gettin keys down here
Any meeta, any ^!$$% gettin money, or my honey, man heard micheal young is the reclown? here
Run up on a ^!$$% from tha back with a mac

Or be strapped cause a ^!$$% finna squeeze off 10
Run up on his ^!$$% lac ratta tat tat,
Click clack where this ^!$$% at

I need sin
%#@! is goin down if I see him
Bump 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!

That's what I'm thinkin
While ridin around polishin this big pistol
I'm a catch him in tha wind

Pray tha gun don't jam
So until we meet again
^!$$% it's cool!


[Chorus:]
I don't know

What you been told in your ear, but I hear it's 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 Fiasco:]
Don't pay them ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%
Should I let the mini mac or tha shotgun hit him?
I been waitin all day tryna spot this ^!$$%

I can't let him get away, I'm gon pop this ^!$$%! UHHHH
[Lupe Fiasco:]
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 with a padlock

Ak in tha trunk, where tha sounds bump
Two twin glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock?
[Lupe Fiasco:]
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 Fiasco:]
Ay pull over right here, I gotta take a pee

And don't go nowhere ^!$$% wait for me
And if some ^!$$%s do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my ^!$$% it's a heaven for a G.

[music stops]

(The cool plays on the radio inside of a car)

[Lupe Fiasco:]
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 $$# up man. Damn.

Coolest ^!$$% what, coolest ^!$$% what, coolest ^!$$% what.
Hustla for life!
Ay man, ^!$$% hurry your $$# up. %#@!.
I'm a cool $$# ^!$$% man.
$#&@in three in tha mornin.
I'm tha coolest mutha$#&@a in tha world man.
^!$$%s ain't $#&@in with me man.

^!$$% I'm high, smokin. Fly $$# car.
I run these mutha$#&@in streets, and these ^!$$%s out here lookin for me. Man I wish a mutha$#&@a would...
Ay ^!$$% hurry your $$# up, ^!$$%. Damn
[footsteps and a gun @@#!ing]
[random voice]What's up now ^!$$%?
Ain't to cool now is you ^!$$%?
[Musics slowly fades to a stop]

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