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' f*cked like a b*tch, sh*t
I don't give a f*ck 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 f*ck, 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
[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
See, everybody think that they bulletproof
'Til they find they ass, crossed up and they necks in a noose, sh*t
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 f*ck it, I don't know Willie
And he wrote a check he can't cash by f*ckin' with my homies
The Psychopathic Assassin, smash on any b*tch ho
Even if your whole family gotta go
So f*ck 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 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
[Verse 3: Cold 187um]
Everybody think that they a good guy
'Til they find theyself starin' down the barrel, 'bout to die, sh*t
I don't give a f*ck 'cause it's too late
You slimy motherf*cker, 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 b*tch, big tits
A bad b*tch, 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 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
[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...