Triple Up
Cam'ron Lyrics


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I done stopped and styled humers, rock for wild sumers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
That mean the croke-adile, see y'all niggas chokin' now
Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog
Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger

[Chorus]
Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggas
Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggas
Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin bitches
You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches

Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on,
Then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap)
Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off
Listen horse a lot of niggas I did endorse
Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
Only force I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
Remember back in the days, man them days is over
Know it might seem I'm sellin' y'all a pipe dream
Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
And that was in the late 1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy

[Chorus]

I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
I triple the chain, triple the wrist
Dice game the same night I through triples and split
I get menage et trois, the triple the chicks
Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggas with watches
Or watch niggas with weight with cake in they wallet
Raping they pockets and taking they projects
If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
But for now get ya hustle up
How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up




This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck

Overall Meaning

In the song Triple Up by Cam'ron, he brags about his wealth, his success as a hustler, and his prowess as a player. Cam'ron's lyrics describe his expensive cars, clothing, and jewelry, including a "Crocodile Hunter" watch. He boasts about his ability to seduce women and his success as a drug dealer. He also makes references to his rap career and the respect he commands in the streets.


The chorus provides explicit details: Cam'ron tells the listener to "triple up" on their drug dealing and advises them to carry guns. He also brags about his sexual conquests and the women that he has seduced.


This song is a typical representation of Cam'ron's music, which is known for its explicit and often violent lyrics. Nonetheless, it has become a classic of the East Coast hip hop scene of the early 2000s.


Line by Line Meaning

I done stopped and styled humers, rock for wild sumers
I've stopped and shown off my flashy cars and jewelry during the summer months.


The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
I've got the audacity to wear my flashy jewelry, just like Crocodile Hunter had the nerve to approach dangerous animals.


That mean the croke-adile, see y'all niggas chokin' now
That means that, just like the crocodile, I'm overpowering and making others choke under my pressure.


Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child
I'm known for my flashy style and being a poster-child for making money.


Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child
I have so many possessions, you should come over and see them for yourself.


Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
I have luxury cars such as Benzes, Lamborghinis, and Rovers in my garage.


Red, blue, green like the average frog
I have a variety of flashy colors in my jewelry, just like the colors of a frog.


Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalog
There's no need to be jealous of me, I've got a Ferrari straight from the catalog.


Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangle
I'm constantly changing my jewelry, from bracelets to bangles, and my medallions dangle.


Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
If you try to mess with my jewelry, you'll end up getting hurt or destroyed.


Hit from angels, I told you we equipped with angles
We're ready to hit anyone who comes at us, we're well equipped with strategies and angles.


Can't find you, your girl tape her wrists and ankles
If we can't find the person we're looking for, we'll go after their loved ones, such as their girlfriend who we might tie up.


Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
We'll show her how much money we have, either by flashing a clicker or showing off our six-figure bank accounts.


Ask her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
We'll ask her where her boyfriend is, assuming he's a weak and cowardly person.


The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
I'm focused on making money and my shoes are shiny and flashy.


Get with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger
Take her to the basement and keep her there for a long time, similar to how Big Tigger used to host a long-running music show.


Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
I'm carrying multiple guns, including a .38 and a .45, tucked away in my clothing for safety.


Get some weight on your ass, give them nickels up
You need to start earning more money and giving me a cut of your profits.


This is for my fly ice niggas
This song is dedicated to my flashy and wealthy friends.


Kilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggas
This also applies to those in the drug business, from selling kilos to chicken wings, and living off of profits with fried rice.


Quadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuck
I've got a lot of money and expensive possessions, so don't call me stupid.


Take your ass up the block doggy the stoop is us
Go somewhere else, we're in charge of this block and we won't allow others to make a profit here.


This is for my Benjamin bitches
This song is also dedicated to women who are motivated by making money, referencing Benjamin Franklin on the U.S. $100 bill.


You don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches
You don't need to rely on men, instead get involved in credit scams for money.


Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
Your group is weak compared to mine, and my jewelry is shimmering like frost.


I just pick a Porsche, guns we strap 'em on, Then we lick 'em off (pap pap pap pap)
I've just picked up a Porsche and we're armed with guns, ready to shoot if needed.


Got a sickenin' loft, you know how much the kitchen cost
I've got a luxurious living space and an expensive kitchen.


Your bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me off
Don't cross me by messing with my significant other or boss, or you'll regret it.


Listen horse a lot of niggas I did endorse
Listen up, I've spoken favorably about many people before.


Or course makes me nauseous when they call the force
Of course, it makes me uncomfortable when people rely on law enforcement for help.


Only force I call is the Holocaust
The only time I'll call for violent action is when I'm invoking the extreme destruction during the Holocaust.


Holla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)
Calling someone a scholar doesn't save them from getting hurt when there's money on the line.


Hot stove, jelly jar, baking soda
These are ingredients for cooking crack cocaine.


Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
To make crack safely, one needs hot water, a mask, and gloves to avoid the smell.


But I make the quota, hate cats that faking older
I'm making a lot of money selling drugs and I hate people who pretend to be older than they really are.


Remember back in the days, man them days is over
I remember the old days when things were different, but they're now in the past.


Know it might seem I'm sellin' y'all a pipe dream
I understand that it might look like I'm trying to sell you something unrealistic.


Wolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteen
I'm not just selling false promises, I've been a legend in the music business since I was nineteen years old.


And that was in the late 1990's
This happened back in the late 1990s when I first started in the music business.


You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
You're late to the party, I've already been successful and keeping my shoes clean and shiny.


I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
I've faced serious racial injustice in my lifetime, including the time I was nearly convicted in a trial controlled by white jurors.


Look at my neck, all you see hang white jewelry
Now I'm successful and people notice my neck, where I wear expensive white jewelry.


I triple the chain, triple the wrist
I have multiple chains and bracelets on my neck and wrists.


Dice game the same night I through triples and split
I played dice and won by rolling triple numbers, then splitting the winnings.


I get menage et trois, the triple the chicks
I have threesomes with multiple women at once.


Got 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
I'm weighing drugs on a triple beam and then taking trips to sell them.


My clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggas with watches
My group, the weight watchers, waits for people who are wearing expensive watches as a signal of wealth.


Or watch niggas with weight with cake in they wallet
We also watch people who are carrying a lot of money in their wallet to steal from them.


Raping they pockets and taking they projects
We rob them and take all of their possessions, including their drug projects.


If you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekick
If you cooperate with me like T-Mobile's sidekick plans, I will help you succeed.


Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
You'll see how much money you can make from my drug deals.


You gotta go triple to say that it's my shit
To truly succeed and claim anything belongs to me, you need to go above and beyond.


But for now get ya hustle up
For now, just work hard and try to make money.


How you talk about triple when you still trying to double up
You can't talk about succeeding big when you're still trying to make a small profit.


This the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buck
This type of song is associated with the 'bubble' era, when people made a lot of money quickly, and is enjoyed by women who also want to profit from it.


Bubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck
They're using drug money and other profits to buy expensive cars like bubble trucks.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CAMERON GILES, KENNETH GAMBLE, GENE MCFADDEN, JOHN WHITEHEAD, LEON HUFF

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@lernesse973

00:21 Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
Bracelet switched to bangles, medallion, shit just dangle
Chain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angles, I told you we equipped with angels
Can't find you, your girl, tape her wrists and ankles
Show her the click clicker, better yet six figures
Ask her, "Where that nigga, bitch? He a bitch nigga"
The big picture, get figures, my kicks glitter
Get with us, in the basement longer than Big Tigger



All comments from YouTube:

@NevaSellmySoul

"rapin their pockets & takin their project if u flip like t-mobile i can make u a sidekick" 40 cal bodied this track

@sonnyrico6905

I miss the Dipset days. Cams one of the hardest dudes from NY

@kingruniteog4958

Cam fucking SNAPPED on this.

@bigwaxx795

Yessir

@mikepineda9151

dammn i forgot how hard this album was. TOO FIYAH!

@Dank_Dank

Full Killa Season album on my channel!!

@TheJoesshit

Mike Pineda yes it was classic underrated

@budsteppin99

The best album to this day imo... I love this shit.

@consuelaanglero9113

Killa season my favorite album! remember back in the day man them days are over lmao

@derriekcooper1878

Yes Consuelo the old heads that reminisce on amazing stories, lol

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