[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
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Yo, where you from dog? (Harlem, boy, boy)
Oh this nigga getting money? (Holla, boy, boy)
Oh this cat overfrontin'? (Fuck boy, boy)
He keep that shit up, dog (Fuckin' drop, boy, boy)
Oh you got that hydro? (Light it, boy, boy)
If you need that dope, though? (We got boy, boy)
But watch your back (From the cops, boy, boy)
'Cause they paper? (They wanna stop boy, boy)
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Ayo, I heard you out there shorty, slingin' boy, boy
Oh my god, oh boy, boy
Be careful of the motherfucking boys, boy
Me though? I run with them boys, boy
Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black British
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator
Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (stupid)
Put nine on the pussy, she a masturbator
Then my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
I'm a legend now, passed a player, passed it player
Got the rock? Pass it player
I'm like Betty Crocker with cake, that's in layers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said, "Cam'ron, please stop this crack behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, laugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, sit back, relax a player
'Cause all these hoes jelly you hard
When your Pirelli's are hard
And the Chanel, skelles to Scarfs
Have 'em sick to their stomachs, their belly'll barf
And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
"Why you fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus
My cervix, my ovaries", relax, I'm doing this
Welcome to exclusiveness
You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Juelz, Sean, and Zeke off
Wait a minute Ma', wipe that cum on your cheek off
I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly ho
That way you really blow
Having to fuck cats, she don't really know
Then take all her money; you don't feel me, though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Yo, where you from dog? (Harlem, boy, boy)
Oh this nigga getting money? (Holla, boy, boy)
Oh this cat overfrontin'? (Fuck boy, boy)
He keep that shit up, dog (Fuckin' drop, boy, boy)
Oh you got that hydro? (Light it, boy, boy)
If you need that dope, though? (We got boy, boy)
But watch your back (From the cops, boy, boy)
'Cause they paper? (They wanna stop boy, boy)
[Outro]
Yeah, y'all got it right, boy, boy
Top-flight Heatmakerz
This the things we like to do
The electrifying one
From Downtown Uptown
Keepin' it gritty and grimy, boy, boy
The electrifying one
The honorable Hannibal
From Downtown, no fear
Stick to the family, keepin' it real funky
Back on up
One-five-five
You'll catch me, boy, boy
Beyond and after dark
Killa Cam
Top-flight Heatmakerz
2001 boy, boy, boy, ow
Things we like to do
Things we like to swing on
Don't get played with, don't get it twisted
Get it the right way
Harlem, baby
Holla, one
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