[Cam:] What up boy, boy?   [Guy:] Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood   [Cam:] What's poppin' boy, boy?   [Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy   My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind   [Cam:] 'Sup Smitty?   [Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right   now, boy, boy   He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy   [Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy, boy?   [Guy:] Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?   I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand   I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?   You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy   [Cam:] Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy      [Verse 1]   Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow   Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show   From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os   Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos   Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one   From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)   From the wagon, garage to the house   Dinnin' 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, bouchie 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 Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers    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 boogie   From the lot to the hill, to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)   From the hill to that state Dakota   From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KILLA      [Chorus:]   Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy   Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy   Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy   He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy   Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' 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]   Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boy   Oh MY god, oh boy, boy    Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boy   Me though? I run THEM boys, boy   Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks   Bitches too, joy toy, what   Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator   Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)   Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator   Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her    I'm a legendary now, past the player, past the player   Got the rock? Pass that 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, setback, relax a player   Cause all these hos jelly you hard   When your purlieus are hard   And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs   I stick to their stomachs, their belly's will barf   And I take them to the telly where their belly will force   "Why fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus   my serfix, my ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' this   Welcome to exclusiveness   You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off   Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek 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   Havin' 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]   Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy   Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy   Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy   He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy   Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' 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