Clipse - Got Damn lyrics

Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the n***a wanted money Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn They just 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 nothin' 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 n***as 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**h, I'm liable to splatter ya sh** Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and sh** Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya sh** And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and sh** That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the n***a wanted money Cot 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 k**er, 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 sleevea n***a that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you n***a told, they breakin' 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 n***a 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 sharin' my 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?) 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 n***a wanted money I been if I die of starvation, things is f**ed up as is So I bangs for 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 walkin' around wit two nines Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch n***a fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police 'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug And hope you choke blood, n***a on every breath you take Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain fate witness Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit Head to the menace, loud n***as talking gibberish Ground beef, I deliver it, you co*k the mineral [Incomprehensible], for certain Live in the livin' room, searchin' to hurtin' you Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the n***a wanted money Hoo, hoo, hoo Cot damn