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clipse - cot damn (featuring ab-liva & roscoe p. coldchain) lyrics

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cot d-mn, it’s a new day
cot d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money
hoo, hoo, hoo
cot d-mn

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-gg-s 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 b-tch, i’m liable to splatter ya sh-t
light up ya world ’til you start to stagger and sh-t

watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya sh-t
and i leave it to y’all to freestyle and battle and sh-t
that’s not me, i’m more at home wit the chrome
or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, i’m gone

cot d-mn, it’s a new day
cot d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money

god d-mn, 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, gorilla

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
n-gg- that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
n-gg- told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
watch the phonies, watch ya homies, we pop, pop, drop you homey

cot d-mn, it’s a new day
cot d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money

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 curt mayfield’s music
are you a pusha? d-mn right, i treat ya nose to hook ya
and only pull back to cook ya, partner

cot d-mn, it’s a new day
cot d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money

i been if i die of starvation, things is f-cked up as is
so i bangs my cabbage
do you not know the most affective way of gettin’ money
pull yo gun, rapid

leave and watch you see the situation be corrected
lord heavens, 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-gg- fighting crime
go ahead and tell the police
’cause every move you make
i’ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood
n-gg- 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-gg-s talking gibberish
ground beef, i deliver it, you c-ck the mineral shirt, for certain
live in the living room, searching to hurting you

cot d-mn, it’s a new day
cot d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money
hoo, hoo, hoo
cot d-mn

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