Double Up
Cam'ron featuring Juelz Lyrics
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I'm a 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
I know lookin' at my jewelry 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: x2]
Ay yo it's un bitch shh, it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'm a let you know so you get it right
I don't rap nigga but I'm a spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
Leased his first beamer now why all tussle
Two against four, now on why'all youngsta'z
Gone respond, walk out the rusty
Car, what why'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
Why'all little men, I be un man
Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
And why'all can't see these flows,
If you want to be stars see the CEO
[Chorus]
In the song "Double Up," Cam'ron featuring Juelz Santana brag about their hustling skills, proclaiming that they are teen millionaires in Harlem. Cam'ron asserts that he is a hustler rather than a rapper, making it clear that rap is his means of hustling. He further warns his rivals that they will be beaten and left behind in the struggle. Cam'ron and Juelz assert that they are at the top of their game, and they are not to be messed with. The lyrics are full of braggadocio, and the rappers use images of riches, guns, and drugs to establish themselves as powerful figures in their community. They end the song by celebrating their success and asserting their dominance over their competitors.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo why'all niggaz wit the muscle why'all get clapped in the tussle
If you have muscles and try to fight me, you will lose and get hurt
I'm a hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
I am a hustler who makes money through rap music
Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
We were the first teenagers in Harlem to become millionaires
Since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, you should get to know me
Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock
I'm not leaving anything behind, Jimmy Jones is playing basketball
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
I am returning to my neighborhood and my gun, not playing hopscotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
We are drinking hard liquor, and inside a bar people take turns buying rounds
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Outside the bar, people are competing to see who can drink more shots
Me and my codie on a o-z, we go rock for rock
My friend and I are sharing an ounce of drugs, taking turns smoking it
Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock
My friend and I are selling drugs together and splitting the profits
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
You are too confident and think you can beat me easily
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
Your belief is based on what you have seen on TV, which isn't reality
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
I have many rhymes, so you hear me frequently
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
I am still on the street corner, acting like I am broke
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
I don't want to sign autographs for meaningless things
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
Instead of giving an autograph, I can give you a CD or a dime of drugs
[Chorus]
The chorus repeats throughout the song
I know lookin' at my jewelry is scarrin' yo brain
My extravagant jewelry is too much for you to handle
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
I have Jada Pinkett's car parked here, too
(Yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
No, she's not Will Smith's girl, she is just one of my possessions
Pardon my game, car gettin' washed in the rain
Excuse my behavior, I am having my car washed in the rain
Runnin' yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
If you keep talking about me, you will get shot in the back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
I grew up in a rough neighborhood, so I had to deal with both good and bad aspects of it
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin' P.O it's done
Someone who is fleeing from the police and their probation is in trouble
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Someone who is low on money might have to sell drugs or firearms to make money
Word to the wise, killa cam, I heard of them guys
Listen to me, Killa Cam, because I know about those guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
I am part of the Diplomat group, with crispy black clothing and convertible Mercedes-Benz CLK 500s
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the south
We put rims on our cars to showcase at shows in the southern United States
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
I am not a great rapper, but I can give out drugs to make up for it
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin' smoke to give out
I have sex and drugs to offer people, if they want them
Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
I still have women to give out, we're not done with this activity yet
Back on the street, jimmy get the crack on the street
We are back on the street, and Jimmy is selling drugs
Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet
Our tour has ended, and it's time to get back to making money on our own
Ay yo it's un bitch shh, it's un bitch
Be quiet, it's just me and my boss talking
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
We are CEOs and powerful, while you are just weak and insignificant
I'm a let you know so you get it right
I'm going to tell you the truth and make sure you understand
I don't rap nigga but I'm a spit it right
I am not a great rapper, but I can still provide good verses
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
My rhymes are so intense that they can make someone reevaluate their life and turn to religion
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
Someone's first day in the music industry, and their first contract deal
Leased his first beamer now why all tussle
He leased his first BMW, so why is he still struggling?
Two against four, now on why'all youngsta'z
We are outnumbered, and yet we are still capable of defeating you
Gone respond, walk out the rusty
You will come out to fight, and leave with bruises
Car, what why'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
You want to fight by your car, but I don't care about what the tabloids have to say
Why'all little men, I be un man
You are little men, but I am a boss
Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
I am associated with Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim, who are both female rappers
And why'all can't see these flows,
You guys don't understand my flow and rhymes
If you want to be stars see the CEO
If you want to be famous like me, you need to talk to the CEO
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CAMERON GILES, DARRELL BRANCH, PHILLIP A. MITCHELL, RONNIE JAMES
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