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?