Charli Baltimore, Cam’ron - R.I.T.Z. lyrics

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

Cam'Ron

I'm into don thing, Donna Karen
Don Cornelius, Don King
Lunchin' down in Palm Springs
Laundering, crack and cars
Dirty money, give the wax to wash
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using Macintosh
Givin' back massage, entourage, we on Hollis
Make you leave New York quicker
Than John Wallace be in your mom's wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's time y'all drive
Aye yo, ya'll want chips
It's time y'all strive
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' sellout, get the hell
I can't cross the border
Never feminine, every night I park the 6
Right in front of tenements
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
With the shotguns to snipe, right 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, quick
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
Your melon be blammed
R-IP scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis
Till I'm laid up with Blood like dialysis
That's my next son

(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

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 hit's
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

(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