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Double Up Lyrics - Artist : Cam'ron
[Verse 1]
Yo y'all niggaz wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a nigga know yo We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po 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 co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock Me and my co-D on a roll 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 niggaz Chicken wing, 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 motherfucker let's get back on our feet [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] I fucked up let the streets got a hold of me Now they got me trapped in and they holdin me I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed Everyday papi tell me he got coke for cheap Broke as shit, thats why I hold the fifth Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch Rope your nigga, leave you with an open liver I'm the reason why its gonna get cold this winter I done seen niggas standin on these blocks for days Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys Fuck A |
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