Double Up Lyrics by Cam'ron

Double Up Lyrics

    Feat. un


    Verse 1:
    Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle
    I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
    Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in harlem
    Since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
    Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock
    Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
    It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
    Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
    Me and my codie on a o-z, we go rock for rock,
    Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
    You souped up, think i'm easy to touch,
    Then you been watchin' a little bit of tv, too much,
    Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
    On the corner still, like i ain't got a dime
    Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
    Here's a cd, slash here's a dime of that crack

    Chorus:
    Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
    Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
    New york baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
    Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz

    Verse 2:
    I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
    Not to mention jada pinkett over parkin' the range
    (yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
    Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
    Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
    The hood that i had, had to take the good with the bad
    Like joe on the run, put his fuckin p o it's done
    Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
    Word to the wise, killa cam, i heard of them guys
    Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
    Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the south
    Rap ain't that great neither, i got coke to give out
    Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
    Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
    Back on the street, jimmy get the crack on the street
    Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet

    Chorus 2x

    Verse 3: un (whispering)
    Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
    Ceo joint bitches, punk bitches
    I'mma let you know so you get it right
    I don't rap nigga but i'mma spit it right
    Make a nigga, go to church and pray
    Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
    Leased his first beamer now yall tussle
    2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
    Gone respond, walk out the rusty
    Car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
    Y'all little men, i be un man
    ??? charli baltimore and lil' kim
    And yall can't see these flows,
    If you wanna be stars see the ceo

    Chorus

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