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R.i.t.z.

Charli baltimore

Killa cam

Cam'ron

Charli i don't think they know that i'm menstrul

Let me tell 'em when i'm menstrul



Verse one: cam'ron



I'm into don thing, donna karen

Don cornelius, don king

Lunchin' down in palm springs

Long the ring, crackin' cars

Dirty money, give the wax to juan

Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage

Thug niggas using mack guitar

Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis

Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace

Be in your mom's wallet

Ya'll want whips, it's time on trial

Aye yo, ya'll want chips, then count ya stride

I made best friend to fight yo, like '98 live

Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife

Well then it's true, that i lost a daughter

Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water

Fuckin' sell, i get the hell, i can't cross the border

Never feminine, everynight don't park the six

Right in front of tenimens

Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks

With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6

Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what i'm tellin' my man

They just want me on the crucifix, i held in my hand

Fell for the plan, felony cam

Yo melody be bland!

R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man

And that's my analysis, till i'm laid up with blood like diolisists

That's my next son



Chorus (cam'ron)



Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But life's a fucking bitch



Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But life's a fucking bitch



Verse two: charli baltimore



What, yo

I'm into ice shit, peirced pussy

Got the ice clit, ice picks

Fuck around and slice chicks

Spotted deserve on ice chips

Tight click, we come through

Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to

Comotose, ya'll boast about holdin' totes

We hold's parties, and sign our labels pacardi

Hardly ya girl next door, beofre i was b'more

I was c-4, now i'm packed, and now i'm stackin'

In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts

Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it

Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish list

But i put 'em there, be careful what you ask for

Ski mask up on barren face

No trace, of dna, just doa

We know ways to make you talk

Make you limp, when you walk

Outline cats in white chalk

Got fagotts askin' "who's she?"

Benz wit' it, class be e, master p

Blastin' 'how ya do dat there'

Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "who dat there?"

Is true dat wear

Takin' over, slower

While ya'll hoes be stressed

Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst

No shit, pull out the clips

Pull out the whips, put out the hits

Cause we put on the ritz

And it's nine crackers before a cracker

So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers



Chorus (cam'ron)



Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But life's a fucking bitch



Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But life's a fucking bitch



Some niggas kiss

And some get dissed

Some cats go kill

And jump off cliffs

Some snitch

But life's a fucking bitch



Some niggas sniff

And some go disp

Some cats want dough

And come on clicks

Some rich

But life's a fucking bitch

R.i.t.z. /

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