An Offer He Can’t Refuse Cold 187um

[Verse 1: Cold 187um]
See, everybody think that they untouchable
'Til they find theyself in the mix, gettin' fucked like a bitch, shit
I don't give a fuck about your muscle
I'ma kill you quick and whoever you connected with
The time is 6:38
When my flight touched down at JFK
Had the homie Big Rick pick me up
Then he had the heaters in the spot and everything that we discussed
It's cold as fuck, probably like 20 below
Took a sip of 'nac just to help the blood flow
Calculate my steps, you know my rep
My job ain't done till you breath your last breath
Gotta move swift when I'm on the set
'Cause the mark I'm tryin' to hit is mob-connected
No problem, I don't play to lose
And I'ma make him an offer that he can't refuse

[Chorus: Cold 187um & Violent J]
'Cause it's cooooooooool! (Why, why, why?)
Bloody murder
Thought you was a wise guy, but now you gotta die
Thought you was a wise guy, but now you gotta die
'Cause it's cooooooooool! (Why, why, why?)
Bloody murder
Thought you was a wise guy, but now you gotta die
Thought you was a wise guy, but now you gotta die