Baltimore, Charli Lyrics

Charli Baltimore » Down 4 U Lyrics

*featuring Ja Rule, Vita, Ashanti

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[Chorus:]
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
(Do ya trust me?) Yeah
(Love me?) Yeah
(You're puttin' it on me Ya must be)
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain't only for the RULE baby)
I ride for u, Down for u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

[Ja Rule:]
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger next to the finger ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE
God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's RULE baby

[Vita:]
True baby
It's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
Cuz I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it
And if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you It's all in it
Then I'm satisfied til' you come back to me
Holdin stack and jewels
V-i-t-a and my nigga J-a RULE baby

[Chorus:]

[Ashanti:]
I'm gonna be here when ya need
RULE baby can always count on me
No you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry
I'm here for ya
And I wont never leave tears for ya
Cuz boy ya got to me
Nobody ever come before me
You'll always be my one and only

[Ja Rule (Ashanti):]
Babygirl would ya bust ya gun with me? (Yeah yeah)
Lie to the feds to come get me? (Yeah Yeah)
And if I died Kill for me? (Yeah Yeah)
Are you trustin me? (Yeah Yeah)
Are you lovin me? (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yeah let's get it grinnin
Like we asked for the Simpsons or Ike and Anna Mehoe
On one their good days
You smile like sun rays 5'5 with brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the RULE baby

[Chorus:]

[Charlie Baltimore:]
Now baby I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I'm still that pretty down down ass 2 cars behind ya 6
And I diss any clown ass rockin my brown ass only a down ass
And it's all for you
I'm grown a tad bit since we been at like rare bitches
To move a little bumper and it's
([Ja Rule:] AND IT'S ALL FOR RULE)
Shit Who gon' love you like that?
Thug with you wit a stack to the ceilin
And spilt in the dub with you
Cuz I played my position with KO-D's, O G's
Until that blood shed blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
([Ja Rule:] SHOWED ME HOLD ME)
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22's
Now tell me who the hunny for you
CHUCK

[Chorus x2]

Charli Baltimore » Everybody Wanna Know Lyrics

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...'

Charli Baltimore » Feel It Lyrics

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]

Charli Baltimore » Have It All Lyrics

[verse 1]
Time flies
Still remember all the good times spent
Trips to the beach and watchin' horror flicks
Even though your mind wasn't with each other
You showed each other love like sister and brother
When i was small everyday you picked me up from school
Loved you so much cause you were soulful
Told me everything i know from youth till i grown
So why you waiting to tell me how the problems grown
You died on your birthday
It was my worst day
Call you dad know but i did it from my first day
Just like my dog 18 with mad cream
Popped 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 it's hell on everybodys tell
Gun shots to your back on valentines day
I miss you bell(?)

[hook-Miss Jones]
Didn't we almost have it all
But love was all we had worth giving
The rise with you was worth the fall of yah
Cause loving you made life worth living

[verse 2]
17 when i meet you
Never bet you would help me bring a life to the world
And bless in you
I thought we were destined to have our names tattoed
But i guess your depression got the best of you
With test in you things are gonna work out
But you got scared and had to murk out
Suicied ain't the only way
It's the lonely way
Now everybody just left me with death to except
But i still had you
I still had my boo
We were right there at the height of everything
The height of your carrer i still wear my ring
You said you wouldn't leave me like everyone else
One bullet took you instead
Infared
Now i can't even pick up the phone to call you
Damn we had it all too

[hook 2 Miss Jones]
Didn't we almost have it all
The nights we had until the moring
You know you'll never love like that again
Didn't we almost have it all

[verse 3]
Everbody didn't know what to do about the lost
Just let it past
But i'll never forget
Death is the final set
But i survive
And try my best to keep the memories alive
Yo everbody
Say we be

[Miss Jones]
Though were apart
It just seems so far
But i know in my heart
I will always love you
[repeat]

[hook one]

[Miss Jones]
Though were apart
It seems so far
But i know in my heart
I will always love you
[repeat till fade]

Charli Baltimore » Horse & Carriage (Remix) Lyrics

[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]

Charli Baltimore » Ice Lyrics

Uhh nigga
Uhm, yeah

(Do you wanna [repeat through song])

[Charli Baltimore (Mase)]
Yo, yo, yo
See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking
What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
West Philly, bad bitch, dress really
Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really
Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
Cherry gators, Tahoe in every flavor
Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
And times I hold 'em
I even put 9's in niggas quotas

What
Yeah
What
Yeah
What what
Yea what what
Turn me up, though
Turn me up

[Mase]
Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
Then we won't stop
If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock
So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!

[Charli]
If you know B'More, then you know this song
I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on
While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
Ring too
Get that nigga cream too
Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true

[Mase]
I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet
Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street

[Charli]
I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face

What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

[Mase]
Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo
What they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb
They get Mase strung, there'll be no prenum
But ever since Blood die, my life change
Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
Though I got Rollie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me
You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
Living expenses, 50 grand a week
You know me, I V-O-T, low key
Platinum rollie, smoke a O-Z
Baby face nigga, without no goatee
2 point 8, about to blow 3
Huh

What the fuck
What the fuck
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Uh
What the fuck
Don't stop
What the fuck
We won't stop
Harlem-Philly's
Still bless ya forever
Mase blessed forever

Charli Baltimore » Infamous Lyrics

What, what
Uh, uh
What, uh

What, yeah
Uh, yo
Yo, what
Yo, uh
Yo, uh

[Charli]
Say Mobb Deep, niggas go sorry
Niggas might rob me
See niggas we ball with car figures
Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure
Matchin' Jon Gotti to roll through customs nigga
Roll the custom built shit, I bust them clips
Niggas trust my lips, while they suck they dicks
Plus the Kiss be the Long Goodnight
Murderous bitch be the wrong in spiked-typed, what
Price right, be that song, the right type
But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some Ice wit' it
Shake down, niggas'll throw some dice in it
Put your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you're fucked
Try your luck, stress this red-head
I mix blood in my dye, like my family ties

[Chorus (Havoc & Charli)]

When you in the mix with this shit, bitch
Skin and bones, nothing but Infamous
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here

Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my bitches at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at

[Havoc]
Yo, when I foul out on lab mouse
One nut and I'm out
Ain't tryin' to stick around, let a nigga catch me out of bound
Don't give a fuck about a rumor
Know how I get down
Let my man's do it, he gots to right to it
Known Jay come through the door, still like they "Who this?"
Don't got beef, but got niggas, serious ones
Make sure a nigga here, plus lasted wars
And stay countin' all that cash when I'm fuckin' wit' 'Un'
Fuck around with my funds, got a bring a gun
Please don't make me have to puncture ya lungs

[Ty Nitty]
Cause we the ones rockin' 'em, the ones toppin' 'em
Gold bars unpredictable, like Mr. Cal' shockin' 'em
We heavenly like BIG, Pac and them
Mobb Deep and Charli Baltimore, who's toppin' 'em?
Who's lockin' 'em, who's hotter then them?
It's like a dice game and Crack Tito trotterin' them

[Chorus]

When you in the mix with this shit, bitch
Skin and bones, nothing but Infamous
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here

Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my bitches at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at

[Prodigy]
Yo, all and together we gon' rush the front door
Get at them
They dumpin' our songs, so now it's on
Infamous, my niggas pop clips to this
And fight to it
Niggas respect it, it's like we magnetic
It's like the last thing you want is drama
Go at the girls, have a good time, don't make it a problem
While we pop bottles of Mo'
Burn down bottles of 'dro
Smack that ass of models and ho's
Rappin', all ya'll some rag old bunnies
Ready to jump off
I'm on the side fondlin' this Marcy
Black car be gone, Q.B. bitches ready to brawl
Charli Baltimore payin' dues, got it 'em balled
At the bar slashin' bitches
Over some niggas
From a Wayne cell, we stuff back in '96
Spaid like... swallow the Gin, we musclin' in
Play ya card kid, don't be a talkative Marvin

[Chorus]

When you in the mix with this shit, bitch
Skin and bones, nothing but Infamous
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here

Niggas fuckin' up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin', where my bitches at what?
Yo they don't want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared, get back nigga, but if not, it's cool
Cause right here is where it's at

Charli Baltimore » Making Love Lyrics

[Intro:]
[Charli]
Hello?

[Guy]
Yo, what deal baby sis'? (what's up?)
Tell my man I'll be over there in like 15 minutes or whatever
So I can drop him off at the airport
Ya know what I mean?

[Charli]
Oh, you gon' take him to the airport?

[Guy]
Yeah, I'ma, I'ma drive him out there, whatever
(Yeah, stop frontin')

[Charli]
Why don't you just come over here after that
(Yeah, you know you want it)
Cause you know I don't like being in the house by myself

[Guy]
Yeah, I don't, I don't really know about that
(Uh huh, stop frontin')

[Charli]
Stop playin nigga
Just come over here, I don't wanna be here by myself
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh huh)

[Guy]
Aight

[Verse One]

C.B. can get to your head, if you let me
Or give ya hed, if you let me
When you met me, never bet we'd be
Bumpin' and grindin'
Wore short skirts and drop shit when you was behind me
Design ways to fuck with no craze
Cause I know you've known my man's since 3rd grade, I stayed
Pure through his whores and tore's, overseas
You and me, too long
Look opposite you ball
Lil' sis', so you say
Wanna fuck me Tony?, Scarface-way with Gina, I mean the...
Signs be there, time we share, be sweet
Fuck that reckless till we shred the sheets
To confetti, ready, picture teddy and gaurders
Play Marta, I'm smarter
Rub tit's, part lips, and watch you, I got you
Will powers down, got the ship mapped out
Cause that nigga's leaving town

[Chorus]

Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love
(You don't really wanna know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love

[Verse Two]

Soakin' in the bubbles, by Body Shine
Dreamin' bout you, wanna wake up
Suckin' on my "A" cups, make up
Reasons to see you
I can tell you want it, all you gotta do is
Push up on that
Ask ya nigga, you loyal?, drunk off Crown Royale
Tellin' me how he be gettin' down out of town
What he don't know, won't hurt him
One squirt through my tight skirt, then we can fuck all the flirtin'
All I gotta figure is, how to pull this nigga
Fool my nigga, but he dumb anyway
And his chime, anyday now, have me in the hay now
Dirty ass way down, I'm still gon' lay down
He on his way now, to keep me company
Little did he know, when he show
He'll be bumpin' me, humpin' me
Wantin' me to open my mouth
Let him spit in it, take the wetness, suck his dick wit' it

[Chorus]

Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love
(You don't really wanna know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love

[Verse Three]

Knock-knock, who is it?
I'm coming, make me cum in
Five minutes or less, two seconds, I'm undressed
Open the door, threw him to the floor
Wanna whore like Del Rio, tell me no, take that, know my steelo
Dick's hard, feel tights like a vice grip
Or nice lips, both sex, I'm a veteran
You better win, I'm on top, don't stop
Do it faster, fuck you bastard, got it mastered
Yeah yeah, so glad you gave in
I'm about to cave in, be your sex slave and
I'm dumb and I'm about to...

[Guy]
Yo, yo, yo, C.B. what's up? boo

[Charli]
Oh shit, what are you doing here?
I though you left, I.. I was just sleep

[Guy]
What you mean yo?
Yo what's going on, why you sweatin' like that too?

[Charli]
I.. I was dreamin'
I was dreamin'

[Guy]
Oh shit, you was dreamin' about me?

[Charli]
Uh heh, not really

[Guy]
What you mean not really!

[Charli]
I'm mean, yeah, yo baby, of course, yeah
(come on babe)

[Chorus]

Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love
(You don't really wanna know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love

Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love
(You don't really wanna know)
Who's makin' love to your old lady
While you're out makin' love

Charli Baltimore » Money Lyrics

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)

Charli Baltimore » N.B.C. Lyrics

(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]

Charli Baltimore » No One Does It Better Lyrics

*featuring Ashanti

[Hook: Ashanti]
Na na na na na la la la la
Na na na na na la la la la
Na na na na na la la la la
No one does it like Murder Inc.
Na na na na na la la la la
Na na na na na la la la la
Na na na na na la la la la
Baby, no one does it like Murder Inc.

[Charli Baltimore]
Ain't none better, repeat the letters
Murder I-N-C fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards, appeal to the masses
Style like Jackie on asses, come through with Jackie on glasses
Protectin yo asses, 7 inch classes, FUCK ya'll bastards
G - catch a wiff of the murderous bitch, the murderous clique
Like you never heard of the G
From the muscle like crime life like corner hustlers
And the, tunner winter shit, tell me I ain't a winner
??, Got my mind on my money and my money in my pocket
Who the fuck gon' stop it, time for the honey is up
So dummy it up, who the FUCK gon' knock it
Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck

[Hook]

[Charli Baltimore]
We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
Got Chuck spittin, where the fuck ya'll fit in
Those without my name recognition
C.B. - bitch of the commision, still play my position
Oh, won't settle, put the foot to the pedal
And knee short Staletto's, the chick is still ghetto
Hold the bitch down, but not on her
I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commisions
How I'm spittin, niggaz is rewritin, and I'm just bullshittin
Gon' know when I'm hittin (uh)
Wrists start slittin, I'm killin 'em soft
A Predator, Slow Burn and I'm killin 'em off
Now, back to back let's pace it, 5 steps
Who wanna test the streets is on a record
187 mami, click behind me, ya'll know what the sellin be
Kill 'em with the melody, Chuck

[Hook]

[Charli Baltimore]
Now who that baige bitch poppin that shit like she cocky eyed
Inc. mami, bitch know how to find me
Out 'til the late night, studio trouble maker
Ass don't know how to take a (Murderous) love the hater
Flows liek an elevator, 'cause each level I'm up, I get off
Fucker, who wanna cross the line
It's real thin with a pad and a pen
And I spit 10 and throw ya'll 6 for the win
Again - ya'll heard me, niggaz thought but the chicks all girly
Body all curvy, FUCK how the world be
I'm mobbin' on the top of ya'll
I-N-C and C.B. cock-blockin' ya'll, Chuck

[Hook]

Charli Baltimore » Pimp Da 1 U Luv Lyrics

[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 Drapper, T-Mix
Big Dru, and I'm out

Charli Baltimore » R.I.T.Z. Lyrics

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

Charli Baltimore » Stand Up Lyrics

[Ghostface]
Be friends wit'cha gram!

I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight

Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]
Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah)

[Ghostface]
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
Yo, this is how we rock
This is how we rock
This is how we rock, rock

Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]

[Ghostface]
Yeah, we in the joint yo
We in the joint
Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream

Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
(Ah shit!)
I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight
(Stand up, yeah)
Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together
(Put your muthafuckin' hand in the air)
I want you to stand on up!
Now I got something to tell ya
(Swing it from left to right)
I'll tell you, now that I think about it
(Yeah)
And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together
(Play with this, you can't play with this)
Come on now, get a groove going
(Uh)

Yeah

Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]

[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo tony, what up?
Heard your dick was good

[Ghostface]
You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood

[Charli]
Never that dawg
From where you can never hit it
Throw a razor in my mouth on the low
And suck ya dick wit' it

[Ghostface]
The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick
Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless
Heavyweight dick in ya jaw
Good lickin' fom ya lips, now babygirl throw the song

[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Aye yo Tony, you phoney
We both signed to Sony
But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what

[Ghostface]
Yeah, what, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick

[Charli]
Yo, yo, yo
Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies
My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee?
Who bang?, B'More and Wu Tang, new thang
Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs
Official, now I bite through gristle
Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island
While in the meantime, spit mean lines
Fuck clean rhymes, like mine's grimmy
Like my niggas be
Picture me, coming off soft
Ya'll just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes
Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define
This rap shit, make my shit a classic
Like Bethoven, stay posin'
For the camera, stamina
Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amauters
You try me, no in-between like Y to Z
Pick brains like labotomies
Still thoughts to charts of Billboard's
Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born's

I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
(What, what, what)
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
(Stand up baby, stand up baby)
Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together
I want you to stand on up!
(Stand up yo)
Now I got something to tell ya
I'll tell you, now that I think about it
(Yeah, what, what, what)
And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together

[Ghostface]
I'm like Spider-Man's fifth brohter up in the Clan
Drop like crap's that's scattered all up in ya van
Skelly-man crook, character star
In Donna Boines book
MGM, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook
With the big spice bone, red hair's is killin' me
Knotted up, twisted and green
Seen them crystal's in that rap yo
And get Barear
Bear hug and five hundered ounce of that Staision
Wild man, Sarah
Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds
Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade
Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawels
Wind Face start with the Killah
Stood still, a whole river chill
Looked up and got dogged, that's when RZA started to build

Hey yeah!
I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
Hey yeah!
I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up

Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]

[Charli]
What, what, what, what!

[Ghostface]
Aye yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley
Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spaids be
Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck
Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn
Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan
With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram
Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell
Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails
Salt range, short order tab
Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half
Meet dime O's, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole
Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose

[Charli]
Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom
Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson
Sheisty, tree's soaked in half-ki's
Sabotage N.Y. with snipe's and 79's
Channel 9's scene street team made news with who's
Charli, every 16 bars be
Sickening, peep the scription
Rhyme vixen
Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back
Ain't done yet, 8-Spunett
Poison webbers
Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it
What!

Come on and get a groove goin'!

Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]
Hey you, blow your whistle [whistle sound]

Now clap your hands and say yeah

Yeah....

Now let me count it off
1.. 2... 3

Hey
Hey, hey, hey yeah!
I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up