Cam`ron F- Un Double Up Lyrics

Double Up Lyrics

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