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(Chorus - Pharrell) Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot damn (Verse 1 - Malice) They juss can't understand or fathom 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 nuttin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper, huh? Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas who 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 bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or at 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 nigga wanted money (Verse 2 - Ab-Liva) God damn, when that white hits the PAN 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 killer, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH 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 Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, DROP you homie (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga 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 that money, I gets dealt Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth Dog, I know about 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 Curt Mayfield's music (I'm yo' pusha), 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 nigga wanted money (Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain) I'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bang for my cab-bage You wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money? Pull yo gun, ra-pid-ly And watch you see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish? They say what'cha 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 lifelines You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood Nigga on every breath you take Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fake witness Natural spitters from the human gat, filled to the limit Head to diminish, loud niggas talking gibberish Rhymes beef, I deliver it, complimentary service for certain Live in the living room, searchin' or hurtin' ya (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot damn (Skit at end of the track begins) |