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clipse – god damn lyrics

(chorus – pharrell)
god d-mn, it’s a new day
god d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money
hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
god d-mn

(verse 1 – malice)
they juss 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 nuttin 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 ya’ll, 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

(chorus – pharrell)
god d-mn, it’s a new day
god d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money

(ab-liva)
god d-mn, when that white hits the pan
it 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 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 homie

(chorus – pharrell)
god d-mn, it’s a new day
god d-mn, but the n-gg- 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 kurt mayfield’s music
(im your pusha), d-mn right, i treat ya nose to hook ya
and only pull back to cook ya, partner

(chorus – pharrell)
god d-mn, it’s a new day
god d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money

(verse 4 – roscoe p. coldchain)
i be d-mned if i die of starvation, things is f-cked up as is
so i bang my cab-bage
do you not know the most affective way of gettin’ money
pull yo gun, ra-pid
leave and watch you see the situation be corrected
lord heavens, why must i live 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

(chorus – pharrell)
god d-mn, it’s a new day
god d-mn, but the n-gg- wanted money
hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
god d-mn

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