The Clipse - Cot Damn lyrics

[Chorus - Pharrell] Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the n***a wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn [Verse 1 - Malice] Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You miss took me for a rapper huh Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them n***as that hate Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight I understand that the envy is part of the game But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same Naw b**h I'm liable to splatter ya sh** Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and sh** Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya sh** And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and sh** That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone [Chorus - Pharrell] Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the n***a wanted money [Verse 2 - Ab-Liva] God damn, when that white hits the pen and Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and The streets molded the man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the k**er, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleeve-a n***a that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you n***a told, they breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, drop you homey [Chorus - Pharrell] Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the n***a wanted money [Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)] They call me Pusha for one reason Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around When it come to the money, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music (Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner [Chorus - Pharrell] Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the n***a wanted money [Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain] I been if I die of starvation, things is f**ed up as is So I bangs my cab-bage Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money Pull yo gun, ra-pid Lee watch you see the situation be corrected You know happens, why must I be so devilish They say whatcha do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch n***a fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood n***a on every breath you take Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit Head to the menace, loud n***as talking gibberish Ground beef, I deliver it, you co*k the mineral shirt, for certain Live in the living room, searching to hurting you [Chorus - Pharrell] Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the n***a wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn [Skit at end of the track begins]