Erykah Badu - R. I. T. Z. lyrics

Artist: charli baltimore f/ cam'ron<br><br>Charli baltimore<br>Killa cam<br>Cam'ron<br>Charli I don't think they know that I'm menstrul<br>Let me tell 'em when I'm menstrul<br><br>Verse one: cam'ron<br><br>I'm into don thing, donna karen<br>Don cornelius, don king<br>Lunchin' down in palm springs<br>Long the ring, crackin' cars<br>Dirty money, give the wax to juan<br>Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage<br>Thug niggas using mack guitar<br>Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis<br>Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace<br>Be in your mom's wallet<br>Y'all want whips, it's time on trial<br>Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya stride<br>I made best friend to fight yo, like '98 live<br>Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife<br>Well then it's true, that I lost a daughter<br>Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water<br>Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the border<br>Never feminine, everynight don't park the six<br>Right in front of tenimens<br>Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks<br>With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6<br>Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm tellin' my man<br>They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand<br>Fell for the plan, felony cam<br>Yo melody be bland!<br>R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man<br>And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood like diolisists<br>That's my next son<br><br>Chorus (cam'ron)<br><br>Some niggas kiss<br>And some get dissed<br>Some cats go kill<br>And jump off cliffs<br>Some snitch<br>But life's a fucking bitch<br><br>Some niggas sniff<br>And some go disp<br>Some cats want dough<br>And come on clicks<br>Some rich<br>But life's a fucking bitch<br><br>Verse two: charli baltimore<br><br>What, yo<br>I'm into ice shit, peirced pussy<br>Got the ice clit, ice picks<br>Fuck around and slice chicks<br>Spotted deserve on ice chips<br>Tight click, we come through<br>Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to<br>Comotose, y'all boast about holdin' totes<br>We hold's parties, and sign our labels pacardi<br>Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was b'more<br>I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm stackin'<br>In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts<br>Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it<br>Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish list<br>But I put 'em there, be careful what you ask for<br>Ski mask up on barren face<br>No trace, of dna, just doa<br>We know ways to make you talk<br>Make you limp, when you walk<br>Outline cats in white chalk<br>Got fagotts askin' who's she? <br>Benz wit' it, class be e, master p<br>Blastin' 'how ya do dat there'<br>Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like who dat there? <br>Is true dat wear<br>Takin' over, slower<br>While y'all hoes be stressed<br>Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst<br>No shit, pull out the clips<br>Pull out the whips, put out the hits<br>Cause we put on the ritz<br>And it's nine crackers before a cracker<br>So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers<br><br>Chorus (cam'ron)<br><br>Some niggas kiss<br>And some get dissed<br>Some cats go kill<br>And jump off cliffs<br>Some snitch<br>But life's a fucking bitch<br><br>Some niggas sniff<br>And some go disp<br>Some cats want dough<br>And come on clicks<br>Some rich<br>But life's a fucking bitch<br><br>Some niggas kiss<br>And some get dissed<br>Some cats go kill<br>And jump off cliffs<br>Some snitch<br>But life's a fucking bitch<br><br>Some niggas sniff<br>And some go disp<br>Some cats want dough<br>And come on clicks<br>Some rich<br>But life's a fucking bitch