Cocoa Leaf (no Relief) Lyrics - Singles - Philly's Most Wanted

(featuring Clipse, Fam-Lay & Rosco P. Coldchain) 

[Pharrell in background] 

[Pharrell] 

Yo, hah huh, yo tell em 

[Verse - Pusha T] 

Kard' in me, I flow too angry for some 

Introduce myself I waving a gun 

Cocked the banger, filled the barrell, pop minus one 

Pop again, lay his men flee now it's down 

Known for popping four and putting cock in whore 

Love expensive homes of stones with pocket doors 

I fuck white whives, that drive white fives 

Go to court, testify for me and tell white lies 

When I pull up, the people say "HOT them boys!" 

22 but childish how we cop them toys 

Sorry contradict myself, kinda hard to stop it 

Glock and my ski nose, piece out of the pocket 

[Verse - Boobonic] 

Hey yo it's Boobonic, tightest nigga around here 

I'm next level, motherfuckers is downstairs 

Niggaz call me a square, when I clock 

Cause I'm eating from four corners in one block, get it? 

Bottom line I'm the shit at all times 

Come through in the five, grippin all dimes 

Let's weigh mine to yours 

I went to Vegas in '94, mind you I'm only 20 

Ain't wit a whole lotta shit, just money 

I'm so paid, that's why you niggaz so funny 

X ya name, cause I'm next in the game to shine 

Y'all faggot rappers can't fuck wit mine 

[Chorus - Rosco P. Coldchain] (2x) 

Y'all niggaz walk wit no belief 

Y'all niggaz talk wit no relief 

When you see me wit that .44 know it's me 

Give up that cash, or that pack, or that cocoa leaf 

[Verse - Fam-Lay] 

Fam-Lay ain't scared y'all 

Look, I swear I ain't scared 

Six shots at his mink cap, watch our shit 

Look the nigga bout to die and he don't even know it 

I fucked wit a lotta chicks that I don't even go at 

Have a suit from the coppers, the dope won't even throw it 

And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even show it 

Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the nina 

I'm gifted, get shit straight from Argentina 

Three vicious pimps but they moms is meaner 

Got big tit chicks, Lord y'all should see 'em 

The boss is heavy, let off cross and steady 

Or even straight through the middle like Dorsey Levy 

[Verse - Mr. Man] 

In the ML 430, block crack and twist em 

Bruce'll fall back bitch see the solar system 

Hoes - never kiss em, fuck get a dick sucked 

You better than what? More hoes than who? 

Can't na nigga ball like Mr. Man and Boo 

Gucci from the suit, shirt belt to the suit 

Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do? 

When my block getting money, everything is fine 

Cop two bricks, stole ride roun' nine 

Now I'm the shit, the clique is cool 

And we boost six hours shift, fuck school 

Fuck ice, I got heat that'll blow your cool 

[Chorus] 

[Verse - Rosco P. Coldchain] 

Playas think they can stand infront of me? Wit that ice on 

Like as if Rosco wouldn't make their brains all crispy 

I'm far from patient, it take something minor to push me 

I thought my name was self explanatory, y'all niggaz be asking for it 

Rosco's slang term for gun, P's for Porter 

Coldchain nigga I'll take yours and sport it 

And if you pussies got something to say about that 

You can chit chat wit me and my gat, that day about that 

On the spot, that moment, that second about that 

I'll pull the Heckling, cock, and commense to pop 

Heat from the stove, oven stuffing baking your top 

And while you're on the pavement bleeding to death 

I'll proceed to inspect - your pockets 

Fingers, wrists, and your neck 

I want the platinum rings, watches, including baguettes 

[Verse - Malice] 

When I come it's wit 10 friends and a cross beam 

Red dot pulsating on his offspring 

Far from fiction what I kick in these flows 

I'm the proud pop of them twin fo fo's 

Mac and nine milly, ice quite chilly 

I chase that paper, being broke? that's silly 

What's worse than a group a niggaz wit no say? 

We skip to the front of the line and don't pay 

His stash at the foot of the bed, you don't say 

Fill his Dolce wit more holes than crochet 

No deal go down wit out a gun involved 

Cause I'm raw like a Harley wit monkey bars 

[Chorus - to fade]