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[Intro: Cam'ron] 
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] 
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy) 
Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) 
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood 
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over 
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin 
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin 
With lots of mobsters shop for lobsters 
Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!) 
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that 
Mink on maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat 
She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy) 
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 
Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up 
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up 
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas 
Listen to my homeboy Santana [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] 
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy) 
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy) 
Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy) 
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy) 
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy) 
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn.... 
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit 
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) 
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) 
He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) 
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] 
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy) 
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy) 
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy) 
When the cops come......squalin!!!! 
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's 
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar 
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy 
Killa.. holla.. listen 
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy) 
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy) 
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em 
Shit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin 'em 
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy) 
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy) 
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy) 
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] 
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy) 
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy) 
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish 
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded 
And I'm back with my (Boy) [Cam'ron] 
Until that man is vanished 
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin 
Niggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em 
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy) 
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy 
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky 
Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela 
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh 
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) 
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa...
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