Testo R. i. t. z. Erykah Badu

R. i. t. z.

Artist: charli baltimore f/ camron

Charli baltimore
Killa cam
Camron
Charli I dont think they know that Im menstrul
Let me tell em when Im menstrul

Verse one: camron

Im 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 moms wallet
Yall want whips, its time on trial
Aye yo, yall 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 its true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin sell, I get the hell, I cant cross the border
Never feminine, everynight dont 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, thats what Im 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 thats my analysis, till Im laid up with blood like diolisists
Thats my next son

Chorus (camron)

Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But lifes a fucking bitch

Verse two: charli baltimore

What, yo
Im 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, yall boast about holdin totes
We holds parties, and sign our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was bmore
I was c-4, now Im packed, and now Im stackin
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin swiss miss, hoes frontin, got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see bmore, 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 whos 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 yall 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 its nine crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers

Chorus (camron)

Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But lifes a fucking bitch

Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But lifes a fucking bitch