cot damn

clipse, the

cot' damn

it's a new day

cot' damn

but the nigga wanted money

hoooo

hoooo

hoooo

cot' damn

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 niggas 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 bitch i'm liable to splatter ya shit

light up ya world

'til you start to stagger and shit

watch how them hollows straight

ravel ya shit

and i leave it to y'all

to freestyle and battle and shit

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

cot' damn

it's a new day

cot' damn

but the nigga wanted money

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 killer

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

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 homey

cot' damn

it's a new day

cot' damn

but the nigga wanted money

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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

damn right

i treat ya nose to hook ya

and only pull back to cook ya

partner

cot' damn

it's a new day

cot' damn

but the nigga wanted money

i been if i die of starvation

things is fucked 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 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 fate witness

naturally spitting from me

hearing the gat

field to the limit

head to the menace

loud niggas talking gibberish

ground beef

i deliver it

you cock the mineral shirt

for certain

live in the living room

searching to hurting you

cot' damn

it's a new day

cot' damn

but the nigga wanted money

hoooo

hoooo

hoooo

cot' damn