R.I.T.Z. (Charli Baltimore)

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 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 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 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 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