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1. _ Feel It
1 - can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[teddy riley]
It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot
It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[teddy riley]
It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot
It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
[charlie]
Uh uh uh
Wanna test my waters? step in
Hot, no question, what? interested?
Chick blessed in drop
No less than sick flows
Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it
Cats know i deliver blows, kill hits
Kill the light switch, i'm barkin' in my cb
Tight chick with charts in mind
Hearts in my actress
Better address me with status
Ms. and misses, ya'll who's and what's
Came in viscious
Everything i touch, ya'll wanna get it
Cats wanna hit it, hide when i spit it
What ya'll do? did it. wanna get it?
Wanna get rich, i'mma show you money
Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money
Why you wanna hate me, i don't know you money
Ya'll cats got late fee's, i don't owe you money
Ya'll quick to wild out and just blow your money
Should it stash high, burnin' flashlight
Girls need to know if you're stuck for money
Cats get sheisty, i might duck for money
Let 'em know, you ain't gettin' buck for money
And tall slick, i bank ten and front for money, what
Repeat 1
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me
Turn back? never, rap vendetta
Each letter clever for that cheddar
Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater
Don't speak to heather
Only fly lady certified indy, the rest gotta pay me
Chuck get shady, cats try to play me
Waggin' mercedes benz for the lady
Me that, so he that, where the keys at?
Ride through, slide through for feedback
Like damn, she ballin', damn she that chick
Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits
Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin'
Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin'
Trust, we gon' all ball love ya
Pop bubbly, i'mma make ya'll love me, uh
Repeat 1
Yo, yo
Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song
Ya'll feel it yet? killed the whole song
Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty
Bank head strong so checkbook pretty
Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes
Counterfeit fifty's, crooked seams
Now i play scenes
Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers
Stay real stack's back's you faces
Back to basics, flip rhyme basses
Chuck goin' lace it, ya'll gon' taste it
Fresh new face, did it mark my spot
Mark my "x", park my lex, watch be 'lex
Face forgets nigga, lay some sex
Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do'
Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga
Repeat 1 until fade
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2. _ 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
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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3. _ N.b.c.
Artist: charli baltimore f/ cam'ron, noreaga
<this is the way it should sound>
This is the way it should sound
Intro: cam'ron (noreaga)
Ya heard (what what)
Yo b, we don't even like half these faggott niggas anyway
(what what what)
I'm on my own muthafuckin' wheel (yeah, what what what)
You know what i'm sayin'
The real shit, you know b
My black family (what what what)
Slick finga (clah clah clah)
Harlem world eatin' (yeah yeah)
Charli baltimore (what what what)
Nore (yeah yeah what what what)
Cam'ron nigga (yeah yeah)
Killa cam nigga (what what what)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[cam'ron]
Yo, all around i rip this
The song had to clip it
The cats in the street, nearly killing over snippets
Birds out to feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head
I'm almost 21, but i still pee in the bed
Had to flead the fed's, all be trife
And i got a crush on edith (who, archie's wife!)
Yo not monaghomy, pornograhy
On the outside, lookin' apauled you see
Tell my girls, i really like photography
On snap shots naked, the wildest boys
First night, head whop, and our salads tossed
While you in a mean neon, i'm with celine dion
Throw her in the bed, she the next one i pee on
Say what bitch
Phase two
Yeah yeah
What what what
What what
What what what
What what what
What what what
Split that ass yo
Split that ass
Yeah uh, what
Yo yo yo
[noreaga]
Yo, n-o-r-e eatin'
Fuck ya'll, niggas get hurt
You know i rock a soul train wit' a cam'ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got hot wheels
You a double a-r god, the bluntiest
You know we throw away, blunts for my niggas that's dead
Pour a law liqour, drink a long ligga
Then again i never beat, for my nigga digga
You know i got, navigators, so we won't get lost
N-o-r-e eatin', these queens niggas call me the force
At the airainment, thugged out
Untertainment, throw around and fuck 'em if the judge say shit
And i - get - what - niggas face it
[charli baltimore]
Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest click
Charli's angels, tangle with devil's - advocate
Hoes mad cause our pussy's got the fattest clits
It's estatic shit, how we gon' have a bitch
Under pressure, the un undress her
That's a tester, that's just the best flirt, to the best skirt
Ever make it to networks
Like n.b.c., n.o.r.e., b'more and cam'ron
Anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on
For puttin' out the hottest lp's
Since - shiiit yo, you gon' have to tell me
Cause this is hip hop, meneaja twat
And ya'll jealous cause what i'm fuckin' wit' the two hottest
Underground fellas, what!
Chorus (noreaga, baltimore, cam'ron)
Aye yo iraq, harlem world, philly
<san juan> un-shit
N.o.r.e., charli, cam'ron
Mansons, stasons, richards
<plan on>
Cali, houston, new york
<jam on>
Aye yo iraq, harlem world, philly
<san juan> un-shit
N.o.r.e., charli, cam'ron
Atlanta, chi-town, v.a.
<plan on>
D.c., n.c., s.c.
<jam on>
[charli]
What!
[cam'ron]
Yo, all on the ballers shit
Nore, but we could call a chick
Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick
She gon' swallow all of it
Harlem gon' have a ball with that
After i get her pregnant, yo we goin' to the mall with it
[noreaga]
Yeah nigga, you know the lie, fuck that bitch
The only reason i don't kiss her, is cause she sucked his dick
Yo i don't even try ta, us up bro
Fuck dat hoe
Pussy stinkin' anyway, let her go
[charli baltimore]
Yo ya'll niggas stay fuckin' with them grimmy chicks
On the real though, i wonder where ya'll find these chicks
The rest is evident, i'm the type to split on niggas
But if they right, i'll fuck around and spit on niggas
And if they into that hot shit, i'll let 'em hit my spot quick
But first they gotta pop shit
If not then they gettin' drop kicked
And i like 'em all, black jack ya'll
Near 21, all others gettin' cut cut
So be it, you see me!
Chorus (noreaga, baltimore, cam'ron)
Aye yo iraq, harlem world, philly
<san juan> un-shit
N.o.r.e., charli, cam'ron
Mansons, stasons, richards
<plan on>
Cali, houston, new york
<jam on>
Aye yo iraq, harlem world, philly
<san juan> un-shit
N.o.r.e., charli, cam'ron
Atlanta, chi-town, v.a.
<plan on>
D.c., n.c., s.c.
<jam on>
[charli]
What! <what what what>
(music till fade)
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4. _ Works Hard For The Money
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
Verse one: charli baltimore
Whatever you gotta, do for the prada
On sex, each minute, ten dollars
24 hours, on beauty parlors
Poppin' that tower, moves be power
Why ya'll sour, i deals in bragoits
See my thugs just ahppy with nautica sweats
While i look vexed, these cats get over
Peace to the rover, who sleep on the sofa
You nine to five, i'm five to nine
Sign dotted line, checks all mine
If ya'll haters wanna courtsy me fine
But i met mills, ya'll ain't worth a dime
Ain't worth my time, curves stay dented
Gotta do a bid, daddy watch the kids
Whatever i did, to get this cash
Did it hard, so spell me out real fast
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
Verse two: charli baltimore
Yo, yo, honey come, honey go
Money dough, money blow
Where should i begin, cash on end
Believe you me charli pull no stunts
Jet black six stacks in the trunk
Cb in a rut, work hard for the money
Trsut me boo, play hard for the money
Even if it's trippin', hey it's a living
Just make sure them old men is tippin'
Even the ones that be actin' hard
Put my mack down tehn get platnuim cards
Girls pop they four's, even drop they drawz
For the pool, the house and the parcae floors
Wanna take me out, don't need no roll
Impress me baby, my kids need clothes
If even i'm nervous, been out there flirtin'
One things certain, i'm always workin'
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
Verse three: charli baltimore
Yo i lie for the cash, die for the cash
Only time i'm on e, is when it's class
B fronted, don't miss thing lookin' pretty
Oh yeah baby, my bankbook pretty
Roll in a six, took his keys
My man stays at home, he cooks and cleans
While i get big, clockin' fast
He'll watch the kids, i'll watch the stash
And yo you think it's a figure of speech
When i say, i get six figures a week
And all ya'll think, that's ideal
I'm wit' fly wheels, in high heels
In tillin', that mink catch a feelin'
Heights in the billin' building, over seas dealin'
Yo you ain't treatin' me right
It's aight, cause at the end of the night
My money still tight
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
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5. _ Everybody Wanna Know
Artist: charli baltimore f/ dj premier
Yeah, what
(charli baltimore)
Bout to lay it down for these muthafuckas
(charli baltimore)
What, speakin' on c. b'more
Yo, uh, yo, yo
Verse one
Now everybody wanna know the outcome, of went i come out
My roads to success, pay dues, with the thumb out
Hitch-hike, from she aight, to she's the nicest
I permit chicks to front, now i got a license what
Everybody wanna know if i spit my own hits
Come to any session, any song in question
Drop 48 bars on spots like remixes
All hoes do is add on my words like prefixes
Roll 'thorough bitches' from deep south to these sixes
Been way past cats ideas of mad riches
Phone numbers, bank accounts
They gon' match the time, what
9-9-9, 9-9, 9-9
And the punchline, give my best thoughts at "crunch time"
I drop cats front, part 2, three much
You want, hot shit, pop shit or some toxic
Underground gossip, '99, i lock shit, what
[dj premier]
'charli baltimore' <-- charli
'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment'
'the commission.. get it right'
'charli baltimore' <-- charli
'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment'
'the commission...'
Verse two
Yo, uh, yo
Now everybody wanna know the price
Go soft in the rays, in other words b, meltin' they ice
Lyrically price, mostly rap cats, nigga
So if i dis ya, better have them 48-master mister
Or misses, bitches, came in beemo with preim-o
Jet flight like flocks, in l.v., reno
Casino, i'll play ginger, i don't need no
Divas, see her, niggas wanna see us
Fall off, only thing we do is parl' off
If it's beef, only thing you do is call off
Talkin' about starter, please, we got is sewed up
When we got shows where you're at, don't even show up
Niggas need to grow up, step they flow up
Accept they diamonds won't blow up, and put they dough up
On how i grow up, and know what
Catch you on the charli, you don't blown up
Check the dial tone...
[dj premier]
'charli baltimore' <-- charli
'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment'
'the commission.. get it right'
'charli baltimore' <-- charli
'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment'
'the commission...'
Verse three
Yo, yo, uh
Now everybody wanna know my third, verse-atile
Niggas still tryin' to worry if i'm worth they wild
Why rap about clothes, i'ma merchantile
Legally the hot shit, in reverse awhile
Attachin' ideas to it, in my years, you through
In no time, i blow mine's, forget it, you who?
C-h-a-r-l-i, dot it, no 'e'
Ain't never been spotted, shit, nigga can throw me
Can't nobody hold me to nothin' they can't show me
Knew half now, and half now, do the math now
See who laughs now, e-mail, not free mail
Get the heffers like e-mail, rhyme with such detail
Geared to my songs like seashells, de-rail
Rappers off my track if they album is wacked
Half the tat's on my back, you can see me head on
Yeah me, get'cha red on point, be dead on, uh
[dj premier]
'charli baltimore' <-- charli
'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment'
'the commission.. get it right'
'charli baltimore' <-- charli
'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g.
'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment'
'the commission...'
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6. _ Have It All
Artist: charli baltimore f/ missjones
[charli]
Yo, this song is about four people that i loved and i lost
Try to feel me, yeah
Time flies
Still remember all the good times spent
Trips to the beach, watchin' horror flicks
And even though you and mom wasn't with each other
You all showed each other love like sister and brother
When i was small everyday you picked me up from school
Called you by your first name, you were so cool
You used to tell me everything i know from youth till i grown
So why you waiting to tell me how the problems grown
And you died on your birthday
It was my worst day
Call you dad know wish i did it from my first day
Just like my dog 18 with mad cream
Locked out on the drug scene
Had cats from other teams
Hatin', went from juvy hall to willy
In 6 months time makaveli and philli
But its hell when everybody's jailed
Gun shots to your back on valentines day
I miss you bell, damn
1 - [missjones]
Didn't we almost have it all?
But love was all we had worth giving
The rise with you was worth the fall my friend
Loving you made life worth living
[charli]
Seventeen when i met you
I never bet you would help me bring a life to the world
And bless it yo
I thought we were destined to have our names tattooed
But i guess your depression got the best of you
Stressing you, things gon' work out
Cause we still friends but you choose to murk
When you had many reasons to stay
Suicide ain't the only way, it's the lonely way
Now everybody just left me with death to except
But i still had you, still had my boo
And we was right there at the height of everything
The height of your career i still wear my ring
And you said you wouldn't leave me like everyone else
One bullet took you instead now i dread
Thinking back to the last day i saw you
Picking up the phone to call you
Damn we had it all too
[missjones]
Didn't we almost have it all?
The nights we had until the morning
You know you'll never love like that again
Didn't we almost have it all?
[charli]
Everybody can relate to loss
Even just a pet, you never forget
Death is the final say but you find a way
And survive keep your memories alive
Yo everybody can relate to loss
Even just a pet, you never forget
Death is the final say but you find a way
And survive keep your memories alive
Sing it with me
[missjones]
Though we're apart it just seems so far
I know in my heart i'll always love you
Though we're apart it just seems so far
I know in my heart i'll always love you
Repeat 1
2 - [missjones]
Though were apart
It seems so far
(didn't we almost have it all?)
But i know in my heart
I will always love you
(didn't we almost have it all?)
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7. _ Pimp Da One U Love
[charli - intro]
Yo, yo
Charli baltimore
Suave house, what (pimp da one you love)
Yo, untertainment yeah
From n.y. to ga
Yeah yeah
This for all my ladies yo
All my ladies that are pimps
Right, cause we can be pimps ladies, we can be pimps
Yo
[charli]
From the intro, nigga had me hooked like indoe
Shoulda kept my shit tight like homes with no windows
But women knows
Ballers, be sayin' that right shit
On some layin' that pipe-shit
But me, got right quick
Open, still kept my feelings tight-lipped
Trippin', all game was slippin'
Off the hyped bit, always been the tight bitch
Keep these cats in line, pay that rent on time
And we'll talk about extra keys to my spot
When it's extra v's in my lot, extra g's in my knots
So how i managed to get damaged on 'chill with one nigga' shit
I was to break me off with some more figures bitch
I don't know, just caught me at the right moment
Vulnerable, nigga jumped up on it
With mind games, took me out of my frame
I ain't even want his payback, my homey tony drapper
He pimped for the guts and i was givin' 'em up
Can't tell me i can't have any player i want
And i burnt myself out tryin' to turn his ass out
All he wanted was a fling and no strings
Slayin' me, on some less weighin' fee
One-half of his shit
But when it blew up, i said fuck this rappin' shit
Been sheisty all my life, and it came back
It happens when your minds attached to your perfect match
[eightball] (rodney)
Charli baltimore put it in they face (pimpin' ain't easy)
Let 'em know that pimpin' ain't easy
Pimp ladies and pimp fellas (pimpin' ain't easy)
Gotta get the dough, no time for the jealous
Charli baltimore put it in they face (pimpin' ain't easy)
Let 'em know baby, pimpin' ain't easy
Pimp ladies and pimp fellas (pimpin' ain't easy)
Gotta get the dough, yeah
Pimp da one you love
[charli]
Yo, so what now?, after all this time has past
Just to find out, all along, it was just a gas
I asked my best friend, my dog for advice that got me
And i was twisted, haters got me
Yeah, no doubt, it's a nigga and shit
He was trippin' off the way i was op off the trick
He said, "yo, you can scoop any nigga you wish"
Just seperate the dick from your mind and shit
Make that punk recognize how your time was spent
How your time was lent, not how your mind was bent
Get yourself back from that cat
And rise above, only way to pimp
Is to pimp the one you love
Wise words, my dog got me trained right
Game tight, had to stay strong and to stay tight
Stay nights, with my doggie
Knew he had my back till the day i made eye contact
With my old boo, best friends, remember what i told you
Pimpin' ain't easy, gotta play sleazy
Went to his house, put it on him and bounced
Fucked him with my eyes open, got him groppin'
Tables turned, nigga stressed, nigga guessed
He could play a player
But i got schooled and fooled him
Ladies let me tell you how you get it and win
First shit on him and then say forget it on him, yeah
[charli - outro]
You know what i'm sayin'?
All these niggas go around talkin' bout they pimps
Ladies' is pimps, knwhatimsayin''?
We know how to get to niggas minds
With the pussy and then get they minds yo
It's a mind thing, you know what i mean?
Niggas runnin' around on some bullshit
Ladies is takin' over
Gettin' these niggas fucked up, yo
I'm tellin' you
The only way a lady can become a pimp
Is to start with that nigga that is always under you, yo
Pimp dat nigga
Make that nigga work for your ass
Yeah, yeah
This is the words of charli baltimore, 98 shit
You know what i'm sayin'?
Untertainment, suave hourse
Tony draper, t-mix
Big dru, and i'm out
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8. _ Money
For the love of what...
Uh huh, untertainment
Charli dangerous
H-class, little e
Uhh uhh
Verse one: charli baltimore
I don't know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste
That got everybody wantin' to touch me like case
Feels so good like mase, to pull over
Anywhere i want, diplomats on the rover
The way i put it on a nigga sober
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like johovas
Ya'll already know that charli's in charge
Weekly massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in ny to witchitaw
And i stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy wanna bag me
That's why i never leave home without the 44
Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me
I got this game wrapped like a dubee
Pinned up in what?
Charli rappin' about, i really got
And it ain't that i'm stuck on myself, i'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse two: charli baltimore
Yo yo yo, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need jet ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady rolex for the time, the class is "s"
Wear the ice on the bra of my chest
When the money ain't right i go far to the left
Niggas wanna play games then charli direct
Wanna long kiss goodnight, don't hold ya breath
Bitches know i'm the shit with my mac lipstick
Crushin' the player haters with a purple navigator
Shoes alligator, my bag is too
If i was broke like you, i would be mad like you
But you can come work for charli, a boss with a body
Ask anybody, i could take over gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse three: charli baltimore
Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim waist leavin' no trace
Cause shit for no charli will be in the breifcase
Yeah long kiss goodnight, baltimore get it right
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot through the ice
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here
Check it, and i don't get by with nothin' i can't leave in 30 seconds
But my kids, they think mommy a teacher
They don't know, for the love of this
I make the whole world tre` dough
Bingo, get 'em ready for school like nothing happen
Here's a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "hi"
Bet he won't fail you no more, one more "f" and he die
Even with my nails done, i can take guns apart son
So when they come lookin' for this reporter broke un
Dealt with birds, but i had to move on
But for none of these i tatto the little p-pac on my arm
Ask un how the ones be when he advance me dough
So i put out mines and tell dawg keep yours yo
For real...
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
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9. _ Walk On By
Artist: fat joe f/ charli baltimore
(kid capri)
Yes indeed, what the deal
This is the world famous kid capri
Up here wit my man joey crack
Joey crack got this new joint coming out
Yo joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is
(fat joe)
This is for the hoes and bitches
(kid capri)
A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies
(fat joe)
Like i said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches
(kid capri)
Speak on it man
Verse 1-fat joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
For all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers
You know the type, damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice
And made a dildo of ice
A-yo it's like the hiest
Move ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (yo that's
Foul joe)
Hey yo i treat 'em how they act yo
Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe
Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole
And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso
I love the way you hold that
Joe crack bozak
While niggas bone that
My stomach's where ya nose at
Just another hoe in the midst
That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris
(chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-fat joe
I once knew a girl by the name of savannah
Met her backstage at a show in atlanta
Seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered
When i took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas
Did my eyes decieve me
Was she suckin' three pee-pee's
Caught it all on tape so i could watch it late on t.v.
Couldn't wait to beep me
Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the trinity stars
Big joe'll railroad
Any frail hoe
Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
Now who the hell knows
Why these girls fuck for cell phones
Turnin' tricks for material shit
Now bust it, you wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar
These chics is hott rodders
Wit grips like rottwilers
But why bother
Picture me payin' a fee
I'll just play like akinyle and fuck these hoes for free
(chorus)
Verse 3-charli baltimore
Picture b-more on the floor on all fours
Mind must've lost yours
Never been tossed
Tour thats what i do for ones
Not whore baby thats what i do for fun
Now i dread that i gave you head
All because them four double a duracells went dead
My vibrator....huh!! playa hatin' on me
Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free
Now you boomeranged....all i wanted was some ac-tion
Brought my own branton
Got my own mansion
Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas
Cuz i blew ya back out and got my own figgas
Please, you was just something to do
Had a camcorder too
How you like that boo
You madd cuz i hit that and vanished
Or cuz you on tape screamin' "charli baltimore" in spanish
(chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
(ad-libs til fade)
Just walk on by
See ya later yeah
You scandulous hoe
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10. _ Horse & Carriage Remix
Intro: silkk (cam'ron)
Remix
(that's right) silkk the shocker
Uh, cam'ron (you ain't know) no limit
(that's right) untertainment
(i'm here and there) mo' money
(i'm here and there)
Ya don't know?
Verse one: cam'ron
Aye yo i just walk wit' ya'll, i don't wanna rhyme
I just need talk wit' ya'll
Mamasita, senortia
I'm lookin' for my wifey
Cats always love me, till they girls start to like me
They don't know i'm sheisty, and all my jewels icey
Tryin' to settle down ma, stop actin' all fiesty
Cause 'i don't wanna be a playa no more'
Know it's soft, but i cam with a 'core
For the love of money, charli, whoa it ain't my fault
Like silkk, it's so timid, my trunk, it go wit' it
The whole squad is terrorin', cats is no limit
And i'm a diplomat, i'm a dimplomat
Where my honeies at?, where my money at?
That's why we act like that
Clak clak clak!, pat pat pat!
So all you girls bring your thongs and shit
Don't front, cause you know what song this is
Ju don't know
Chorus (wyclef)
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Verse two: big punisher
Yo, yo
All the mami's know me, the spanish kid wit' the goat-ti
And fixes the land, i be a muthafuckin' o.g.
Ya my taste, thick in the waist, pretty in the face
Dominican race, like my twin triple says
Hot as hell, i'm trickin' in
Shorties sharp as nails, the official chick
Repin' uptown to harlem world, where we at
I'm up coughin' in the ambulance
>from way downtown, they got the horses and the carriages
For 40 bucks, you can ride and get ya hug on
Another 20, puff lye and get ya crush on
It's all love, just like the bud' when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure it's in the dark
And most importantly, stay away from central park
Cause cops live, just to put away a thug
But not today, cause me and my baby in the cabaret of love
Chorus (wyclef)
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Verse three: charli baltimore
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, uhh
I thought i already barked on cats about russ hadden
It ain't work, gotta scream on cats like wes craven
Owwwww!, they ain't know i hadn't in me
Like lil' kim ----, didn't know they had it in me
Don't you know don't you know, we pull up from a show
Cam and chrome bag the hoes, i prada bags all the dough
And caked out, break out, uh
Horse & carriage, forced to marriage, been had too many carats
And they ain't know, passin' that down
Where i come from
Ask jane, that's my dun-dun
How we handle them dumb dumb's
And we like, siskel and elbert
We review cats, thumbs up if they they shit's right
And down if they new jack's
You might see charli, in a benz or ferrari
Hennesey or pacardi, gettin' bent at a party
But i flip, be the new face, cover of trace
This the muthafuckin' remix, we ain't need no mase
Uh huh uh huh
We like it (slikk the shocker)
Uh huh uh huh (cam'ron, no limit)
(untertainment)
(mo' money, ya heard me)
Verse four: silkk
I live life like a thug, cause time's is rough
Convicted felon
Now i'm like, rhyme for bucks
Ball till i fall, should i say, my time is up
And i cop you diamonds, never diamond cut
Forget the money, cause i could ball with or without the shipment
And i'm down girl, but i could ball with or without the chick
Sillk the shocker, cam'ron, now how you gonna doubt us a hit
(must be a car), miss i could pull you, with or without the six
Now i ain't the c-e-o, but i ain't far from it
So if i ain't far from c-e-o
That mean i ain't far from havin' c-e-o money
Can't discuss what i'm worth, but i'm worth this much
Like mantigo, fall back like snatchin' purses for bust
So many styles
Drop a beat, i'ma drop a hit
Rap game stop for the dope game
And cop a brick
No limit soldier baby, so watch the talk
Get lost like, oh it ain't my fault!
I'm from the n-o, l-i, m-i to the t
Tru my click, silkk, the shocker, yeah that's me
Now look, money i'm tryin' to make it
Bustas i'm tryin' to break, girls is like
Ooh i love silkk, and then, ooh i hate him!
Cause they can't have me, but i don't look
I can't afford to live average
So senorita, let me walk you to my carriage
Now i don't wanna settle down, but we can do it like we married
Cheese!
Chorus (wyclef)
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things that cam is showing you
What we're about to do
You don't know
Ya don't know what we're going through
Ya don't know the things these thugs will do to you
You and your family through
Ya don't know
(music till fade)
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