Charli Baltimore [Rap]

For the love of what...
Uh huh, Untertainment
Charli's Angels
H-Class, little it
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, platinum and gold cars
Money stashed from 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 chrome maggy
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
uh

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, femminine honey
Rich niggas 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 the ref
Wanna Long Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath
Niggas 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
Cool by the pool while you diss another hottie
Pissy broke bitch that'll stay actin' snotty

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 nigga's who know Charli will be in the breifcase
Yeah Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, hop 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 involved with nothing 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' blow
Then go, 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 memories I tattooed the little Peacock 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)

(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]

Mmm...mmm...

I'm lookin' in the mirror
At this woman down and out
She's internally dyin'
I know this was not what love's about

I don't wanna be this woman
The second time around
'Cause I'm wakin' up screamin', no longer believin'
That I'm gonna be around

And over and over I tried
Yet over and over you lied
And over and over I cried,

And over and over I tried
Yet over and over you lied
And over and over I cried, yeah
I don't know why

Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just
Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe

See, I don't want to hug my pillow late at night no more
I'm tossin' and turnin' and thinkin' 'bout burnin' down these walls
I don't wanna fuel this fire no more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm

And over and over I tried
Yet over and over you lied
And over and over I cried,

And over and over I tried
Yet over and over you lied
And over and over I cried,
I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried

Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just
Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe

I'm so tired of the rain
In my life
And I'm so tired of the strain
And now you're gonna lie

'Cause sometimes I can't sleep at night and
This here it just don't seem right and
Sometimes I just wonder why I
Almost let my life go by

'Cause sometimes I can't sleep at night and
This here it just don't seem right and
Sometimes I just wonder why I
Almost let my life go by

Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just
Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe

Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just
Rain on me
Lord, won't you take this pain from me
I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe

featuring 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...'