The Die Lupe Fiasco (Ft. GemStones)

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
"I present: The death of The Cool!"

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
(Die) Well, I heard like groups of cows
That all your enemies wanna shoot you down
They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac-11s
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 tryna be funny
But they say where you goin', you ain't even gonna need it
(Die) I seen you ridin' round, shinin' with your 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 your bakery
'Cause they comin' for your head
And there's a bounty on the chain
That's hangin' from your neck, you see

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
I don't know what you been told
In your ear, but I hear it's goin' down
Somebody gotta (Die)
Know, oh, what you been told in your ear
But here's what's goin' round
Somebody gotta (Die)