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.