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...'