An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Lyrics

[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 cool! (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 cool! (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 [Verse 2: Cold 187um] See, everybody think that they bulletproof 'Til they find they ass, crossed up and they necks in a noose, shit You out of luck 'cause I'm cold as ice Have you on your knees beggin' and pleadin' I don't take your life The time is 9:34 I'm out in Flatbush, Brooklyn, casin' Willie Brosco And everybody know Willie He the main muscle from the mob in this part of the city But fuck it, I don't know Willie And he wrote a check he can't cash by fuckin' with my homies The Psychopathic Assassin, smash on any bitch ho Even if your whole family gotta go So fuck Willie Brosco He gon' feel the strength of the hatchet when I hit him with the Roscoe 'Cause we don't never play to lose And we gon' make him an offer that he can't refuse 'Cause it's [Chorus: Cold 187um & Violent J] 'Cause it's cool! (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 cool! (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 [Verse 3: Cold 187um] Everybody think that they a good guy 'Til they find theyself starin' down the barrel, 'bout to die, shit I don't give a fuck 'cause it's too late You slimy motherfucker, you a great big waste The time is 8:30 AM It's been three days now, I've been clocking' him and plottin' on him He at the local coffee shop He meetin' with Vito and Tony and they makin' a drop Move, they handle business real quickly He got a latte to go, then he jumped in his Bentley Now it's close to nine o' clock He goes to get a massage at the spa up the block, uh He like the Asian chick, little bitch, big tits A bad bitch, turnin' tricks for tips And when she got him totally relaxed I blew his brains to smithereens and cancelled his contract [Chorus: Cold 187um & Violent J] 'Cause it's cool! (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 cool! (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 [Skit: Violent J] The hit was a success, but before 187 could even relax, he was informed by a confidante that his father's killer, The Black Swan, had been spotted in Atlantic City. Immediately, The Psychopathic Assassin was off on the hunt again, only this mission is personal...