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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 
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 
 
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.

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