[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 this 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 lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters

Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)

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 *** 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 *** 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 weezin he need his (Boy)

He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

***n shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)

This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)

If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....

I'm in trouble need bail money, ***

Where the *** is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)

That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)

He 'gone 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, Benitas, 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)

***, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em

Matter fact guroos 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

niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Well *** it Van *** 'em Cam a blam blam 'em

Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin

Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy

Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky

Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela

We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh

It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)

I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....