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

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-I-P 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

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