Double Up Cam'ron (Ft. Juelz Santana)
"Double Up" by Cam'ron (Ft. Juelz Santana), released in 2004, is a hip-hop track that emphasizes themes of wealth, success, and street credibility. The lyrics reflect a braggadocious lifestyle, showcasing confidence and ambition. The song features catchy hooks and dynamic beats, contributing to its popularity and influence in the rap scene. #HipHop
[Production by Darrell “Digga” Branch]
[Verse 1]
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, sure 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
Take a CD, slash here's a dime of this crack
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
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, sure 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
Take a CD, slash here's a dime of this crack
[Hook]
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
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