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)
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
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...'
