The Die (Feat. GemStones)

Intro - Lupe FiascoI present the death of The Cool Lupe FiascoWell I heard like groups of cows That all your enemies 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 heaters They gon' hit you up, you ain't even gonna see it You got a lot of money, I ain't tryin' to be funny But they say where you goin', you ain't even gonna need it I seen you ridin' round, shinin' with your fine round Diamonds, pretty green eyed lady Been on the sideline, plottin' while you prime time, poppin' Hungry niggas want a piece of your pastry I suggest you protect your bakery cause they comin' for your head And there's a bounty on the chain that's hangin' from your neck, you see HookI don't know what you been told in your ear But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (Die!) I don't know what you been told in your ear But here's what's goin' round, somebody gotta (Die!) GemStonesHit a nigga, put the mini Mac strap, clap Any nigga think he gettin' G's down here Enemy to any nigga gettin' money on my honey Man I heard Michael Young is the real clown here Run upon a nigga from the back with a Mac Gon' be strapped cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten Run upon this nigga 'lac, rat-a-tat-tat Click-clack, where this nigga at? I needs in Shit is goin' down if ever I see him Rub 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 That's what I'm thinkin' 'bout Ridin' around polishin' this big pistol I'mma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam So, until we meet again, nigga, it's cool Hook LupeDon't pay them niggas no mind, they hatin' on you Ain't nobody with a shotty out plannin' to do a robbery Itchin' to catch a body creepin' In the stolen jalopy out there waitin' on you GemStonesI'm sittin' in this stolen car finna rob this nigga Should I let the mini Mac or the shotgun hit him? I been waitin' all day tryin' to spot this nigga I can't let him get away I'mma pop this nigga, UH! LupePlus they don't know about the choppa in the trunk The Glocks in the box and the 9 on tuck The bulletproof glass, the 40 in the dash I pull the steering wheel and it pop all up GemStones40 caliber stashed up in his dash box Bulletproof windows you couldn't break 'em with a pad lock AK in the trunk, where the sounds bump 2 twin Glock 40's, and a 9 in his damn crotch LupeMan, we finna 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 the air then go get some grub GemStonesThey finna go up in the club, show a little 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 LupeHey, hey, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me And if some niggas do kill ya in the next few minutes Just remember, my nigga, there's a heaven for a G