Artist: Charli Baltimore f/ Cam'Ron
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Charli Baltimore
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Killa Cam
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Cam'Ron
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Charli I don't think they know that I'm menstrul
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Let me tell 'em when I'm menstrul
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Verse One: Cam'Ron
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I'm into don thing, Donna Karen
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Don Cornelius, Don King
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Lunchin' down in Palm Springs
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Long the ring, crackin' cars
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Dirty money, give the wax to Juan
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Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage
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Thug niggas using Mack Guitar
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Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on Hollis
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Make you leave New York quicker, then John Wallace
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Be in your mom's wallet
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Ya'll want whips, it's time on trial
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Aye yo, ya'll want chips, then count ya stride
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I made best friend to fight yo, like '98 Live
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Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife
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Well then it's true, that I lost a daughter
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Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water
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Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the border
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Never feminine, everynight don't park the six
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Right in front of tenimens
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Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
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With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
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Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man
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They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
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Fell for the plan, felony Cam
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Yo melody be bland!
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R-I-P scrams yo, a hell of a man
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And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like diolisists
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That's my next son
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Chorus (Cam'Ron)
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Some niggas kiss
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And some get dissed
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Some cats go kill
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And jump off cliffs
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Some snitch
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But life's a fucking bitch
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Some niggas sniff
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And some go disp
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Some cats want dough
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And come on clicks
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Some rich
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But life's a fucking bitch
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Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
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What, yo
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I'm into Ice shit, peirced pussy
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Got the Ice clit, Ice picks
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Fuck around and slice chicks
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Spotted deserve on Ice chips
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Tight click, we come through
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Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to
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Comotose, ya'll boast about holdin' totes
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We hold's parties, and sign our labels Pacardi
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Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was B'More
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I was C-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm stackin'
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In the Swiss Alps, with Swiss cheese and Swiss accounts
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Sippin' Swiss Miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
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Dying kids wanna see B'More, on they wish list
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But I put 'em there, be careful what you ask for
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Ski mask up on barren face
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No trace, of DNA, just DOA
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We know ways to make you talk
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Make you limp, when you walk
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Outline cats in white chalk
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Got fagotts askin' "Who's she?"
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Benz wit' it, class be E, Master P
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Blastin' 'How Ya Do Dat There'
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Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "Who dat there?"
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Is True Dat wear
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Takin' over, slower
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While ya'll hoes be stressed
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Hate to see me and PD, and be like who the ebst
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No shit, pull out the clips
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Pull out the whips, put out the hits
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Cause we put on the Ritz
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And it's nine crackers before a cracker
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So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers
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Chorus (Cam'Ron)
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Some niggas kiss
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And some get dissed
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Some cats go kill
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And jump off cliffs
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Some snitch
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But life's a fucking bitch
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Some niggas sniff
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And some go disp
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Some cats want dough
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And come on clicks
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Some rich
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But life's a fucking bitch
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|
Some niggas kiss
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And some get dissed
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Some cats go kill
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And jump off cliffs
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Some snitch
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But life's a fucking bitch
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Some niggas sniff
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And some go disp
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Some cats want dough
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And come on clicks
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Some rich
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But life's a fucking bitch
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R.I.T.Z.
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Erykah Badu |