Lyrics:

(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 th