Double Up lyrics

Artist  : Cam`ron 
Song : Double Up



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 Verse 1: 
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in
the tussle 
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bit*h, 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 sh*t 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 as* 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 f**kin 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, motherf**kin 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 motherf**ka let's get back on our feet 
 
Chorus 2x 
 
Verse 3: Un (whispering) 
Ay yo it's un bit*h shhhhh it's un bit*h 
CEO joint bit*hes, punk bit*hes 
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, f**k 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