Boy, Boy Cam'ron

[Intro: Cam'ron & Guy]
What up boy, boy?
Ain't nothing boy, boy, it's good in the hood
Man what's poppin' boy, boy?
A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over here, he's got somethin' on his mind, boy boy
'Sup Smitty?
This kid Smitty is actin' a little silly right now, boy, boy
He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm saying?
I tried to show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryna let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
Yeah, I'ma holla at a nigga, boy, boy

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Killa, yo, yo
Cops bagged me one night, lookin' for the blow
Went from Bronx house to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' O's
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for hoes
Lookin' for hoes, to straight-up baggin' one
From my game in her brain, in the wagon, hun (In the wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dining room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya)
Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, boujee kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa, Killa to scrilla, gorilla
From Killa to skyscrapers
From skyscrapers to high papers, that's my nature
Do five you now, y'all die later
Come to your wake, look at you; "Hi hater"
From the wake to lot, another buggy
From the lot to the hill, to cop something ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corner, get that baking soda, Killa