[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 [bad word] for yo head
And it's a bounty on that chain that's hangin from yo leg, they said..
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] wit the mini-mac strap
Clap any [bad word]  think he gettin Gs' down here 
Enemy, to any [bad word] gettin money on my honey
Man, I heard Michael Young is the weed clown [bad word] up on a [bad word]  from the back, wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped, cause a [bad word] finna squeeze off [bad word] up on this [bad word] 'Lac, RAT-TA-TAT-TAT
Click CLACK, where this [bad word] at? I needs in [bad word] is goin down, ever I see [bad word] a [bad word] out like Oxy-10 [bad word] a [bad word] 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, [bad word] it's cool!
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin all day, tryna SPOT this [bad word] I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this [bad word] - UHH!!!

[Verse #5: Lupe Fiasco]
Plus they don't know about the chopper in the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  where the sounds bump
Two twin Glock 40's, and a nine in his [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
[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, [bad word] wait for me
And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my [bad word]  it's a heaven for a 
{*music [bad word] stops as night air and city ambience is heard*}

[Lupe Fiasco - talking]