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CHARLI BALTIMORE lyrics - Ice

Who's Makin' Love

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Uh uh uh uh Chorus She works hard for the money So hard for it honey She works hard for the money And you better treat her right Verse One: Charli Baltimore Whatever you gotta do for the Prada On sex each minute ten dollars 24 hours on Beauty Parlors Poppin' that tower moves be power Why ya'll sour I deals in bragoits See my thugs just ahppy with Nautica sweats While I look vexed these cats get over Peace to the Rover, who sleep on the sofa You nine to five, I'm five to nine Sign dotted line, checks all mine If ya'll haters wanna courtsy me fine But I met mills, ya'll ain't worth a dime Ain't worth my time, curves stay dented Gotta do a bid, daddy watch the kids Whatever I did, to get this cash Did it hard, so spell me out real fast Chorus She works hard for the money So hard for it honey She works hard for the money And you better treat her right Verse Two: Charli Baltimore Yo, yo, honey come, honey go Money dough, money blow Where should I begin, cash on end Believe you me Charli pull no stunts Jet black six stacks in the trunk CB in a rut, work hard for the money Trsut me boo, play hard for the money Even if it's trippin', hey it's a living Just make sure them old men is tippin' Even the ones that be actin' hard Put my mack down tehn get platnuim cards Girls pop they four's, even drop they drawz For the pool, the house and the parcae floors Wanna take me out, don't need no roll Impress me baby, my kids need clothes If even I'm nervous, been out there flirtin' One things certain, I'm always workin' Chorus She works hard for the money So hard for it honey She works hard for the money And you better treat her right Verse Three: Charli Baltimore Yo I lie for the cash, die for the cash Only time I'm on E, is when it's class B fronted, don't Miss Thing lookin' pretty Oh yeah baby, my bankbook pretty Roll in a six, took his keys My man stays at home, he cooks and cleans While I get big, clockin' fast He'll watch the kids, I'll watch the stash And yo you think it's a figure of speech When I say, I get six figures a week And all ya'll think, that's ideal I'm wit' fly wheels, in high heels In tillin', that mink catch a feelin' Heights in the billin' building, over seas dealin' Yo you ain't treatin' me right It's aight, cause at the end of the night My money still tight Chorus She works hard for the money So hard for it honey She works hard for the money And you better treat her right She works hard for the money So hard for it honey She works hard for the money And you better treat her right

I'm Hittin' Hard

Kool Moe Dee "Knowledge Is King"
Ladies and gentlemen Gentlemen and ladies Adults teenagers adolescents and babies No if's and's but's or maybe's I want the whole world to rock today Because I said I was and always was The baddest rapper on the mic and I proved it does Make a difference On the way you think you syn- Cronize the wise tries To overcome the dumb the drum Beats a pattern that turns into A catalyst that'll just Grab your ear you had to hear A rhyme's contents Beyond nonsense If you're not convinced Get tense and wince Cause I'll make a skeptic Look epileptic Shake and brake like the Holy Ghost connected His body and soul I control His mind is mine cause my Rhyme holds Minds in limbo You resemble A clone of Jim Jones as them bones tremble Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief No chatterin' teeth Can cease pity or grief I got you flipping like a burger Head spinning like a top Weak at the knees And you're about to drop You can't find your heart You need a warrant to search Get off your knees Boy this ain't church You can pray if you wanna pray Say what you wanna say Did you forget you was ambiguous You're gonna pay For doubting my rhyme You better freeze your thought Cause I read minds If you got caught I taught Lessons for second-guessing Reroute doubt I reprogram and deprogram about Two million fans Through rhytmic hypnosis Left in a state Of cataclysmic neurosis Neurotic from a narcotic Known as rhyme Addicted to rap And you're a fiend for mine For my rap info You're a nympho I'll raise the conscience And then hit them so hard with the rhyme I'ma leave you scarred Cause I don't just hit ya I hit ya hard I weave the bob To do the job Set you up with the left As the right writes hard Lyrics stick and move Behind the groove As the beat gets better The rhyme improves Adversaries prepare for a telling loss Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts My rhyme is more Than a fight or a bout You ain't goin' down Boy you're goin' out No count necessary Cause you ain't gettin' up Bad mouthin' ends very Very very abrupt Thought patterns converted Through overt overtures Prepared your mind Much better for metaphors More rap classics Believe me there's no man Not Bach Brahms Beethoven or Chopin Polonaise would ever faze ya Like I faze ya I amaze ya Ali and Fraizer I Get deja vu from listening to The rhymes that cut like an uppercut And rings a bell too I come out smoking Hard from the first round Stinging like a bee And the bell is the worst sound Cause I don't wanna let up If you can get up I'm fed up The rhymes are sped up To mess your head up When the rhyme is over They tally the scorecard I get more points Cause you hit the floor hard But I'm hittin' hard The very last thing That you remember Is a rhyme in your face And the crowd yell timbre Then you fall in a dopefiend nod Cause I don't just hit ya I hit ya hard When I rain It's more like a hurricane You wanna dis Then think of another name Cause I go to work And my rhymes slam Put me to the test You'll fail the exam Cause that's the kind of test You just can't study for You're guaranteed To end up bloody or Broken twisted Fractured blistered Decapitated mutilated Violated it's the Kind of defeat That you just can't live with Try to compete But you just can't get with The Mental Master Hard-ryhme supremist My words have ya Mixed like a chemist My rhymes flow like H-2-O Cleaned with chlorine To make green so The rhyme is purified You can't drink it Biters and suckers Don't even think it The green I made Is a money shade When the rhyme evaporates I get paid Then it's time to rain With the rhyme I know And like plants Watch my people grow I heal sick minds Like Christ himself Touch the soul Like no one else There's only one President Pope and one God There's only one rapper In that class And I hit ya hard

Pound

Luxuria "Unanswerable Lust"
Can you put a price upon every lingering breath can you work it out and say what every minute's worth time is always money and you're such a very heavy spender you're squeaky clean you're out of legal tender then ... Certainty it's so sexy you're too cold to drop you could be eating Ciba Geigy goat cheese you need to tell someone to tell you when to stop There's only ever been one soft option one blank cheque one deep breath to take you up to the neck you need more I'll get you some see me okay with Rimbaud bubblegum So much goes to Sally so much goes to Mack Nicholas you'll get back your money when the sublime meets the ridiculous bewitchingly ridiculous You put your money where your mouth is your balance is astounding you're in for every penny you're in for every pounding Look at you now powdered pounding now you're shilling out for any count any killing you listen to the hours of your fingers flip flop you need a franchise Yamaha soda pop What's that funny smell? why aren't you out earning? gimme your pittance, boy the holes in your pockets they're burning I smell them burning You put your money where your mouth is and you can talk till doomsday you can't take it with you, son the hours of your fingers tap on an empty urn unless you let things take forever they never get done unless you let things take forever they never get done This is what I mean by my money this is what I mean by my money You put your money where your mouth is and you can talk till doomsday you can't take it with you, son the hours of your fingers tap on an empty urn unless you let things take forever they never get done The real cost of living it's changing all the time don't set the clocks against me again hard luck hard cash but no hard feelings I must dash I have my feelings I just can't say exactly when I just can't say exactly when

It Ain't The Money

MACY GRAY "The Trouble With Being Myself"
Heart of mine, milk and honey, it ain't the money no we know. Doin' lines, ain't it funny that it ain't the money, now we know. After the money they lust sell their souls for the unlimited cash Flow, in god we trust but that's never in class though, enron, Worldcom, ceo assholes a monopoly to collect whenever they Pass go, big screen tv's nigga please, there will be no alerts b4 They search the siege 13 hrs in the seal with 13 leaves 13 Steps that it takes to see 13 thieves. Hidee high, lowdy low, get up and go to the show, every time I get low I get up and go to the show. I fell in love with her once she was evil I remember, her 18th Birthday she became legal tender. Some say she was heaven sent With skeletons in her closet, traded herself for drugs and stayed Inside of her wallet. I know women who couldn't have her who Became alcoholics, in the fetal position bent over toilets And calling for earl with pains in their bladders so people listen When I tell you it really don't matter. Betcha giving head to a movie star betcha gotta llama riding in Your car betcha u gotta tv built in your jet skis, betcha giving Head to a movie star betcha gotta llama riding in your car Betcha u gotta tv built in your jet skis. Hidee high, lowdy low, get up and go to the show. Ain't it funny how the money makes the honey taste like nothing You can't have no more? How we know. Ain't it funny how the Money makes the honey taste like nothing you can't have no More? Now we know. Ain't it funny how the money makes to Honey taste just like nothing – people act like they have but They're bluffing now we know that it don't mean nothing. Peace of mind fill my tummy it ain't the money, now we know. Hard to find got my something it ain't the money know we know. Hidee high lowdy low, get up and go to the show. Now we know. Now we know

FreeNation Rebel Soldier

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
Start the steamer We steaming the marijuana Like spark plugs for the conversation Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real niggas Field niggas, don't you let us off the chain Cause we plotting, I'm just writing Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten Put vendettas in the letters for the mail But I'm picking Stockton Fuck your stocks, I'm a bigger option Fuck your couch, you a opp In my socks, we can get it popping Get the picture, we don't do the cropping Clean floor, we don't do no mopping Fuck you thought it was Niggas talk, we don't make them stop Cause we often too busy with debacles To worry about the debauchery, oh All saints [?] Got caught up with a case Nigga handcuffed with a narc I ain't never preaching above you Just telling you about the struggle Cause the flash ain't never going to bring the light to the dark It's all good Like the kush I been puffing with this ginger ale This world cold but it's nothing if you been in hell I tell them patience isn't hard when you been in jail Ready for the war, nigga, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell Since they whooped Emmett Till shit done been real Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil Use a stencil And probably still couldn't trace Sean Puffing up pepper spray And they say I'm spitting mace Back in '96 When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad bitch and Hip hop was still full of classics Not a bunch of trees Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves Nigga let me see your roots Homie stay grounded Don't let them flies turn your hopes into hurt Cause the highs just like holes in a skirt Fam I never chase it How you talk shit, you never taste it? I see through the lies like I had Lasik I'm never basic Face it You niggas faking You need a face lift I see the makeup, the whips, chains, and the bracelets And that don't mean a damn thing to me No that don't mean a damn thing to Free You talking truth you better bring the trees You talking truth you better bring the trees You better get to know me I move in silence like I'm with Shinobi Need a shooter, better get a Kobe You want to wrestle with these words then I'm Mick Foley This Trees and Truths but I've been killing them since Killing Them Softly I thought I told you Free Nation Rebel Soldier I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what Free Nation in the place to be tonight [x4] Now put your hands up [x4] I got love for all of my niggas Free Nation Rebel Soldier Free Nation Rebel Soldier

Mistadobalina

Del The Funky Homosapien "I Wish My Brother George Was Here"
Let the buyer beware and prepare for the scare of 1991 yo brothers get dumb without no remorse yo gas they hand and then they thrown off course yo I coulda told ya so I'm no dummy girls out there will act funny for the money if ya rollin' in dough she'll treasure ya instead of a pager she carries a cash register it's cool for the fool that just happens to be a crack dealer or rappin' back in the day it wasn't no problem cause it was ok, to just have a job then but, nowadays ya gotta have the status but, natives ain't goin' for the madness hey, they barely outta their teens 16 17 year olds livin' like queens cause, honey trips without the checks and ayo money trips without the sex so next is somethin' that natives don't need headaches heartaches and I refuse to partake in money for sex in any form or fashion all ya hopes dreams I'm like smashin' and I know otha brothas know how I feel so you can step cause (it ain't no big deal), [Chorus:] Money for sex, money for sex, ring it up... Where, oh where did the good girls go? It seems all that's left in the Meadow is hoes not the kinda hoe that you use in your garden yes the kinda hoe that'll make your dick harden but it's more than a dolla for a holla and more than a thousand for a peak up her blouse, and more than a million if ya have children cause nowadays girls wanna make like a killin' so babies come in handy and they'll just eat up your dough like candy give her some Brandy and let her roll around in the Benz and she'll give up the crotch and brag to all her friends thinkin' they can play me like a field trip that's why I slugged my honey dip cause that's more than I can stand and I'm the man who sets it right again bust they in the lip and the bitch will never bite again you ain't gettin' with my nubain brothers cause before you even hit them covers I warned 'em told 'em what was up before you bitches even swarmed him cause they'll be next if I didn't hip my brothers to the sex so you can try to rob and steal but we were right on ya heels because (it ain't no big deal), [Chorus:] You say crack sellers are swell fellas takin' you to school in his 5.0 like I don't know that your boyfriend is paid ya musta told me 18 times, the other day bamboo earings gold teeth and I know you must be givin' up the whole piece he's just payin' for the sex and I know you prostitutes is playin' with the sex so who's next? Don't think that you can play the Homosapien cause I got plenty of friends that's like waiting in the trenches and I know your intentions you wanna be down with a rapper so you clap your thighs around my legs like a sandwich but I'm not famished your schemes plots are outlandish tan is the color of my skin, but false is the color of your grin so you can't win this ain't no joke and honey dip you can quote note for note and squeal like a billygoat and tell your friends that Del is stuck up but in reality you phucked up now nubians ain't givin' money for the sex and ayo nubians ain't givin' money for the sex you stuck out in the cold like a mole on my asshole cause brothers ain't givin' up another red cent for the sex now, don't you look foolish? Ya gold diggin' ass looks goulish pale as a ghost cause ya post high like a man is a big wheel because (it ain't no big deal). [Chorus:] [Bridge:]

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