(Verse 1: Cam'ron)
Scooter got that c**aine, I got the h**n
Got the fiends runnin' miles like a marathon
Come into my hood it's like Lebanon
Gold diggers s** a dick, I ain't no leprechaun
In the streets yea, in my beach chair
Talk sh**, throw him off the roof, yea it's leap year
No I ain't no barber but I clip a n***a
Put the money on yo head like you a stripper n***a
Clips, triggers, it gets no bigger
Pop pop pop, a ditch I'll dig ya
Smack ya mother, hit ya sister, tell yea father come get it n***a
I mack hard, I'm a crack god
They don't shop wit k**a cause I got that black card
(Hook: Young Scooter)
They say I know magic how I pull triggers
Nobody shot wit Scooter cause he too slick
Finesse finesse finesse, he known for hittin' licks
He ain't got no plug that n***a lyin'
Money due wit you, boy you over wit
Rapper runnin' outta words cause they over wit
Ya plug gone, ya b**h gone, boy you over wit
Don't get caught up on that phone cause you over wit
(Verse 2: Young Scooter)
k**a got that h**n, I move metric tons
First I check ya resume, then come get you some
No clean bricks, I went in all of them
We call it remix, in the hood I'm from
Money due wit you boy I can see it
That dirty a**hole made you believe him
s**ed him till he went to sleep and ran off wit his pieces
Took the money, and 70 pounds of sour diesel
Now you over wit, can't even buy a brick
No money, last week you had a half of him
Wake up, ya b**h gone cause ya money gone
Can't get a pack in, ya plug switched phones
(Hook: Young Scooter)
They say I know magic how I pull triggers
Nobody shot wit Scooter cause he too slick
Finesse finesse finesse, he known for hittin' licks
He ain't got no plug that n***a lying
Money due wit you boy you over wit
Rapper runnin' outta words cause they over wit
Ya plug gone, ya b**h gone, boy you over wit
Don't get caught up on that phone cause you over wit