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 n***** 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 n**** wit the mini-Mac strap
Clap any n**** think he gettin' Gs' down here
In a meter, any n**** gettin money and my honey
Man, I heard Micheal Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a n**** from the back wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped 'cause a n**** finna squeeze off ten
Run up on this n**** 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
Click clack, where this n**** at
I need sin

S*** is goin' down ever I see him
Bump a n**** 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, n**** 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 n***** 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 n****
Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him

I been waitin' all day, tryin' spot this n****
I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this n****, 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
S***** 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
S***** 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, n**** wait for me
And if some n***** do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my n****, 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 a** up man, damn
Coolest n**** what, Coolest n**** what
Coolest n**** what, hustla fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, n**** hurry yo' a** up, man

Cool a** n**** man, f*****' three in the mornin'
Coolest muh'f***** in the world man
N***** ain't f*****' with me man
N**** high, smokin' fly a** car

I run these motherfuckin' streets
N***** out here lookin' for me
N****, I wish a m*********** would
Ay n**** hurry yo' a** up, n****, damn

Wassup now, n****

Ain't too cool now, is you n****