Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - Double Up lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - Double Up lyrics]
Yo y'all niggas with the muscle y'all
Get clapped in the tussle
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
It's just that rap is my hustle
Show a Digga 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 blow, Jenny Jones
Rock N Jock
Right back to the block to clock
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 rolli 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 signing the crap here's a CD
Slash here's a dime of this crack
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch
Shoot at yo feet
Make you jump like double dutch
New York baby for you matchbox niggas
Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggas
I know looking at my jewelry
Is scarring yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett
Over parking 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
Plus his fuckin PO 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
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 em with an open liver
I'm the reason why it's 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&R's that want me to dance and pose
I rather stand on poles with grams and o's
White shirt, construction timbs
A pair Girbaud's
And white powder stuff, that'll
Clear ya nose, faggot
Get clapped in the tussle
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
It's just that rap is my hustle
Show a Digga 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 blow, Jenny Jones
Rock N Jock
Right back to the block to clock
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 rolli 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 signing the crap here's a CD
Slash here's a dime of this crack
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch
Shoot at yo feet
Make you jump like double dutch
New York baby for you matchbox niggas
Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggas
I know looking at my jewelry
Is scarring yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett
Over parking 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
Plus his fuckin PO 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
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 em with an open liver
I'm the reason why it's 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&R's that want me to dance and pose
I rather stand on poles with grams and o's
White shirt, construction timbs
A pair Girbaud's
And white powder stuff, that'll
Clear ya nose, faggot