Over Wit - Young Scooter/Cam'ron

Scooter got that coc*ine I got the h****n

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 sh*t throw him off the roof yea it's leap year

No I ain't no barber but I clip a ni**a

Put the money on yo head like you a stripper ni**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 ni**a

I mack hard I'm a crack god

They don't shop wit Killa cause I got that black card

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 ni**a lyin'

Money due wit you boy you over wit

Rapper runnin' outta words cause they over wit

Ya plug gone ya b**ch gone boy you over wit

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

Killa got that h****n 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 asshole made you believe him

Subtry 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**ch gone cause ya money gone

Can't get a pack in ya plug switched phones

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 ni**a lying

Money due wit you boy you over wit

Rapper runnin' outta words cause they over wit

Ya plug gone ya b**ch gone boy you over wit

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