(Verse 1: Cam'ron)
Scooter got that cocaine, I got the !@(%
Got the fiends runnin' miles like a marathon

Come into my hood it's like Lebanon
Gold diggers suck a dick, I ain't no leprechaun
In the streets yea, in my beach chair

Talk %#@!, throw him off the roof, yea it's leap year
No I ain't no barber but I clip a ^!$$%
Put the money on yo head like you a stripper ^!$$%

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 ^!$$%

I mack hard, I'm a crack god
They don't shop wit Killa 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 ^!$$% lyin'


Money due wit you, boy you over wit
Rapper runnin' outta words cause they over wit
Ya plug gone, ya (*##$ gone, boy you over wit

Don't get caught up on that phone cause you over wit

(Verse 2: Young Scooter)

Killa got that !@(%, I move metric tons
First I check ya resume, then come get you some
No clean bricks, I'm wettin' all of them

We call it remix, in the hood I'm from
Money due wit you boy I can see it
That dirty $$#hole made you believe 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 (*##$ 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 ^!$$% lying


Money due wit you boy you over wit
Rapper runnin' outta words cause they over wit

Ya plug gone, ya (*##$ gone, boy you over wit
Don't get caught up on that phone cause you over wit