[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]
Lights, camera, action (Smooth)
The extra blazin' I push
Is like Moses talkin' to the burnin' bush
Face the furious meltdown of underground bugs
The kingpin raising all my thugs, hear
When I set the flossing overhead now
With the click that makes you die for the family and God
No doubt we're facing this and guard your radius
When I come with the squad, that would dead it instantanious
Arms grab me, out the killing fields of crossfire
Just to put me in chains behind barbed wire
Keep a strap on his lap, son, the gate is fat, bless me (It's done)
Then drag 'em naked for blocks, 'til you open up the safe box
For new Glocks my revolution's gold as every hour
My firepower's aimed at your control tower
True that, I thought you knew that
My swerve is out of hand
Introducing Scatter Black, my stick man
[Verse 2: Kenny]
It's on, hands up, the pocket-wanter
Gun-slinger, the street linger
Homing a dead bringer, poppin' your derby thinker
Scatter, niggas fear the mercenary corner vet
Deep like the projects, America's threat
Walkin' nightmares, sharks, wolfpacks
Who crave burners and switchblades
Havin' brothers runnin' like slaves
Devoted crook lives, generate pies, niggas will die
Trapped and lost souls in the game that we specialize
Lights, camera, action (Smooth)
The extra blazin' I push
Is like Moses talkin' to the burnin' bush
Face the furious meltdown of underground bugs
The kingpin raising all my thugs, hear
When I set the flossing overhead now
With the click that makes you die for the family and God
No doubt we're facing this and guard your radius
When I come with the squad, that would dead it instantanious
Arms grab me, out the killing fields of crossfire
Just to put me in chains behind barbed wire
Keep a strap on his lap, son, the gate is fat, bless me (It's done)
Then drag 'em naked for blocks, 'til you open up the safe box
For new Glocks my revolution's gold as every hour
My firepower's aimed at your control tower
True that, I thought you knew that
My swerve is out of hand
Introducing Scatter Black, my stick man
[Verse 2: Kenny]
It's on, hands up, the pocket-wanter
Gun-slinger, the street linger
Homing a dead bringer, poppin' your derby thinker
Scatter, niggas fear the mercenary corner vet
Deep like the projects, America's threat
Walkin' nightmares, sharks, wolfpacks
Who crave burners and switchblades
Havin' brothers runnin' like slaves
Devoted crook lives, generate pies, niggas will die
Trapped and lost souls in the game that we specialize
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