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