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    BALTIMORE, CHARLI

    Cold As Ice 1999 ©

    N.B.C.

    (This is the way it should sound)
    This is the way it should sound



    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


    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


    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


    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!



    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)


    What!


    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


    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


    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!



    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)


    What! (what what what)

    1999 ©




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