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I present the of The Cool

Well I heard like a group of
That all ya enemies wanna shoot you
got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons produce kapows

Word on the street is, they all got
They gon' hit you up and you ain't even see it
You got a lotta money, I ain't be funny
But say, "Where you goin'? You ain't even gon' need it"

They see you ridin' 'round, with ya
round diamonds pretty green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', while you time poppin'
Hungry niggaz want a piece of your

I you protect yo' bakery
'Cause they for yo' head
And it's a bounty on that
That's hangin' from yo' neck, they

I don't know, what you've been in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody
(Die)
Don't know, you been told in your ear
But business round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Hit a nigga wit the strap
Clap any nigga he gettin' Gs' down here
In a meter, any nigga gettin money and my
Man, I heard Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a nigga the back wit a Mac
be strapped 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten
Run up on nigga 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
Click clack, where this nigga at? I sin

Shit is goin' down I see him
Bump a out like Oxy-10
And a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can box me in
(Die)

That's I'm thinkin'
ridin' around polishin' this big pistol
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun jam
So until we again, nigga it's cool

I don't know, what been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been in your ear
But business goin' round, gotta
(Die)

Don't pay niggaz no mind
hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta shotty
And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to catch a
Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there on you

I'm sittin' in a stolen car, rob this nigga
Should I let the mini-Mac or the hit him?
I been waitin' all day, tryin' spot nigga
I can't let him get away, pop this nigga, uh

Plus they don't know the chopper in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the in the stash
You the steerin' wheel and it pop on up

Forty caliber up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't 'em wit a padlock
Ak in the trunk, where the bump
Two twin Glock and a nine and this damn clock

Man, we finna go up in club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta
Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get grub

I say we go up in club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, at some girls
up a pair, leave outta there
Put some in the air, then catch a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I take a pee
And go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some do kill you in the next few minutes
remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

Ay ay, hold this right I'll be
I'll be right back, I take a piss man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave be right back
Ay, leave I'll be back

Hurry your ass up man,
nigga what, Coolest nigga what
Coolest nigga what, fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, nigga yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, three in the mornin'
muh'fucker in the world man
Niggaz fuckin' with me man
Nigga high, fly ass car

I run these streets
Niggaz out lookin' for me
Nigga, I a motherfucker would
Ay nigga hurry yo' ass up, nigga,

now, nigga?
Ain't too now, is you nigga?