The Die (feat. GemStones)

歌詞

I present the death of The Cool Well I heard like a group of cows That all ya enemies wanna shoot 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 tryin' 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 poutin', while you prime time poppin' Hungry niggaz 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' neck, they said 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 business goin' round, somebody gotta (Die) Hit a nigga wit the mini-Mac strap Clap any nigga think he gettin' Gs' down here In a meter, any nigga gettin money and my honey Man, I heard Micheal Young is the re-clown near 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 need sin Shit is goin' down ever I see him Bump a nigga out like Oxy-10 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 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 business goin' round, somebody gotta (Die) Don't pay them niggaz 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 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, tryin' spot this nigga I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh 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 steerin' wheel and it pop on up 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 and this damn clock Man, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love Get a few drinks, holla at some girls Snatch up a pair, leave outta there Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub I say we go up in this club, show a lil' love Get a few drinks, holla at some girls Snatch up a pair, leave outta there Put some 'dro in the air, then catch a few slugs Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few minutes Just remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G 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 Hurry your ass up man, damn Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga what Coolest nigga what, hustla fo' life, ay man Aiyyo, nigga hurry yo' ass up, man Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the mornin' Coolest muh'fucker in the world man Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me man Nigga high, smokin' fly ass car I run these motherfuckin' streets Niggaz out here lookin' for me Nigga, I wish a motherfucker would Ay nigga hurry yo' ass up, nigga, damn Wassup now, nigga? Ain't too cool now, is you nigga?