Erykah Badu - R. I. T. Z. Lyrics
Artist: charli baltimore f/ camronCharli baltimoreKilla camCamronCharli I dont think they know that Im menstrulLet me tell em when Im menstrulVerse one: camronIm into don thing, donna karenDon cornelius, don kingLunchin down in palm springsLong the ring, crackin carsDirty money, give the wax to juanActin harsh, leave em my back garageThug niggas using mack guitarGivin back massuage, enterouage, we on hollisMake you leave new york quicker, then john wallaceBe in your moms walletYall want whips, its time on trialAye yo, yall want chips, then count ya strideI made best friend to fight yo, like 98 liveConnin in they eyes, like cats behind with they wifeWell then its true, that I lost a daughterNiggas get a little money, wanna cross the water*****in sell, I get the hell, I cant cross the borderNever feminine, everynight dont park the sixRight in front of tenimensRuthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicksWith the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6Rufus kicks, uqick, thats what Im tellin my manThey just want me on the crucifix, I held in my handFell for the plan, felony camYo melody be bland!R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a manAnd thats my analysis, till Im laid up with blood like diolisistsThats my next sonChorus (camron)Some niggas kissAnd some get dissedSome cats go killAnd jump off cliffsSome snitchBut lifes a *****ing *****Some niggas sniffAnd some go dispSome cats want doughAnd come on clicksSome richBut lifes a *****ing *****Verse two: charli baltimoreWhat, yoIm into ice shit, peirced *****Got the ice clit, ice picks***** around and slice chicksSpotted deserve on ice chipsTight click, we come throughDumb crew, these cats unable to come toComotose, yall boast about holdin totesWe holds parties, and sign our labels pacardiHardly ya girl next door, beofre I was bmoreI was c-4, now Im packed, and now Im stackinIn the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accountsSippin swiss miss, hoes frontin, got me kissed itDying kids wanna see bmore, on they wish listBut I put em there, be careful what you ask forSki mask up on barren faceNo trace, of dna, just doaWe know ways to make you talkMake you limp, when you walkOutline cats in white chalkGot fagotts askin whos she?Benz wit it, class be e, master pBlastin how ya do dat thereRidin through, niggas stare, they like who dat there?Is true dat wearTakin over, slowerWhile yall hoes be stressedHate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebstNo shit, pull out the clipsPull out the whips, put out the hitsCause we put on the ritzAnd its nine crackers before a crackerSo tell me how you like us with guns and rappersChorus (camron)Some niggas kissAnd some get dissedSome cats go killAnd jump off cliffsSome snitchBut lifes a *****ing *****Some niggas sniffAnd some go dispSome cats want doughAnd come on clicksSome richBut lifes a *****ing *****Some niggas kissAnd some get dissedSome cats go killAnd jump off cliffsSome snitchBut lifes a *****ing *****Some niggas sniffAnd some go dispSome cats want doughAnd come on clicksSome richBut lifes a *****ing *****
