Tryna Be Cool D12 (Ft. Maestro Williams)

[Hook: Maestro Fresh Wes]
I'm just tryna be cool
But you about to make me act a fool
You drink some cognac, smoke a sack
Now you think you hard in front of your crew
Now you about to see [us spray?] at you
I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool)
I'm just tryna be cool (I'm just tryna be cool)
Gettin me fired up is somethin' you don't wanna do
Boutta mess around and fire this tool
I'm just tryna be cool

[Verse 1: Bizarre]
Detroit, Michigan, murder-rate high
98% chance you might die
And I'm that guy that will put you in the sky
Stay high, with the chrome .45
All I want is drinking, smoke that weed
Grand-daddy kush, no sticks and seeds
Everythin' good and the party's jumpin'
'Til a nigga opens his mouth and say somethin'
(Fuck D12! You niggas is wack!)
Bottles get cracked, niggas' faces get smacked
Phone calls get made, niggas pull out guns
Bullets start to fire, you better duck and run
Funeral home's called, arrangements made
Closed casket, AKs get sprayed
All because nigga couldn't close his mouth
Next time, I'ma stay in the house
Detroit!