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Intro:
Just (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa

1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his (Boy)
at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, be scramblin
That's right with lot's of mobsters for lobsters
and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped
on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with herself Cam dig it out her up
Ma it's a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
to my homeboy Santana

[Verse 2: Juelz
Y'all niggas fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he he need his (Boy)
He (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need bail money,
Where the is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
why I fuck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 3:
he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc (Boy)
When the come......squallin!!!!
Yeah is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, at the sports bar
or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) be D-O-A (Boy)
moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em we got alot of 'em
Matterfact start poppin 'em
Then up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

[Verse 4: Juelz
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's
And I'm with my (Boy)

Until man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These are grand standin
Niggas demand ransoms over them grands (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south
Mami I got the Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body's like finicky
Killa and we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and with them hollow's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....