The Die

## Song by Lupe Fiasco featuring GemStones

"**The Die**" is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the 16th track from his sophomore album, *Lupe Fiasco's The Cool* (2007). It features guest vocals from GemStones.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[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 n\*\*\*as 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*)

[Verse 2: GemStones]

Hit a n\*\*\*a, put the mini Mac strap, clap

Any n\*\*\*a think he gettin' G's down here

Enemy to any n\*\*\*a gettin' money on my honey

Man, I heard Michael Young is the real clown here

Run upon a n\*\*\*a from the back with a Mac

Gon' be strapped 'cause a n\*\*\*a finna squeeze off ten

Run upon this n\*\*\*a 'Lac, rat-a-tat-tat

Click-clack, where this n\*\*\*a at? I needs in

Shit is going down if ever I see him

Rub a n\*\*\*a out like Oxy 10

And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet

To pay the coppers so they can never box me in

(Die!) That's what I'm thinkin' 'bout

Ridin' around polishin' this big pistol

I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam

So, until we meet again, n\*\*\*a, it's cool

[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*)

[Spoken (over Chorus): Lupe Fiasco]

Man, man

You just need to—

You just need to relax, man, trust me

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco, *GemStones*]

Don't pay them n\*\*\*as 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 a stolen jaloppy out there waitin' on you

*I'm sittin' in this stolen car, finna rob this n\*\*\*a*

*Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?*

*I been waitin' all day tryna spot this n\*\*\*a*

*I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this n\*\*\*a, uh*

Plus, they don't know about the chopper in the trunk

The Glocks in the box and the nine on tuck

The bulletproof glass, the 40 in the stash

I pull the steering wheel and it pop on up

*40 caliber stashed up in this cash box*

*Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em with a padlock*

*AK in the trunk, where the sounds bump*

*Two twin Glock 40's, and a 9 in his damn crotch*

Man... (**Die**)

We finna go up in this club, show a little love

Get a few drinks, holler at some girls

Snatch up a pair, leave outta there

Put some dro' in the air, then go and get some grub

*They finna go up in the club, show a little love*

*Get a few drinks, holler at some girls*

*Snatch up a pair, leave outta there*

*Put some dro in the air, then catch a few slugs*

Ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee

And don't go nowhere, n\*\*\*a, wait for me

And if some n\*\*\*as do kill you in the next few minutes

Just remember, my n\*\*\*a, it's a heaven for a G

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco, Gemstones]

[Lupe Fiasco]

Ay, ay hold this right there

I'll be, I'll be right back--I gotta take a piss man hold on

Fa sho. Ay man, ay don't leave i'll be right back

Ay don't leave i'll be back

[GemStones]

Hurry your ass up man. Damn

Coolest n\*\*\*a what, coolest n\*\*\*a what, coolest n\*\*\*a what

Hustla for life!

Ay man, n\*\*\*a hurry your ass up. Shit

I'mma cool ass n\*\*\*a man

Fuckin' three in the mornin'

I'm the coolest muthafucka in the world, man

N\*\*\*as ain't fuckin' with me man

N\*\*\*a i'm high, smokin'. Fly ass car

I run these muthafuckin' streets, and these n\*\*\*as out here lookin' for me

Man, I wish a muthafucka' would...

Ay, n\*\*\*a hurry your ass up, n\*\*\*a! Damn

[Other Voice]

What's up now n\*\*\*a?

Ain't too cool now is you n\*\*\*a?