(Chorus - Pharrell)

Cot' damn, it's a new day

Cot' damn, but the nigga 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 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



(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 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, w