Double Up
cam'ron & juelz Lyrics


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Verse 1:
Yo y'all niggaz wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a little booby boy 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 likes my cock
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 y'all tussle
2 against 4, now on y'all 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 y'all can't see these flows,
If you wanna be stars see the CEO





chorus

Overall Meaning

In Cam'ron and Juelz's song Double Up, Cam'ron boasts about his hustling skills, claiming that he is a hustler, not a rapper, and that his real hustle is rap. He talks about the fame and fortune he and his crew obtained as teenagers in Harlem, and warns those who try to mess with him or his colleagues that they will end up shot. Cam'ron also references his drug dealing past, offering to give out CDs and crack cocaine to those who ask for autographs. In the second verse, Juelz Santana joins in and talks about his flashy jewelry and cars, as well as his criminal exploits. Un, the CEO of Diplomat Records, finishes off the song with a quiet verse in which he brags about his success.


The lyrics of Double Up paint a vivid picture of the gangster lifestyle that Cam'ron and Juelz Santana experienced in Harlem in the late 90s and early 2000s. They boast about their wealth, street credibility, and willingness to use violence to protect themselves and their interests. The chorus of the song urges listeners to double up on their guns and to be ready for whatever comes their way. Overall, the lyrics of Double Up don't hold back in their portrayal of the harsh realities of the drug game and the violent world of gang culture.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo y'all niggaz wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
If you're just tough, you'll lose the fight and get injured.


I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
I don't rely on rap music to make money, I hustle and make deals.


Show a little booby boy know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
Hey youngin, let me teach you something, we were the first teenagers in Harlem to make millions of dollars.


Since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
From the wealthiest to the poorest, if you don't know who we are, you should.


Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my cock
I'm not taking any left turns, and my friend Jimmy Jones thinks very highly of me.


Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
I go right back to my neighborhood and my gun, not playing jump rope.


It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
It's drinking and gunshots, inside the bar or outside of it, they're going shot for shot.


Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock,
My friend and I share an ounce of drugs and we go back and forth taking hits.


Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
When we're working together, we share the load and the profit evenly.


You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
You're amped up and think I'm an easy target to harm.


Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
If you believe that, you're watching too many movies and not living in reality.


Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
I have a lot of lyrics and I'm well known for my rapping ability.


On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
I'm still on the street corners like I'm broke and have no money.


Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
I'm not signing autographs for just anyone.


Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
Instead, I'm giving you a CD with my music and a piece of crack cocaine.


Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
I'm telling you to be prepared and have a weapon ready at all times.


Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
If I shoot at your feet, you'll jump around like you're playing Double Dutch jump rope.


New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
This is New York, not a place for small-timers and weaklings.


Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz
Get rid of the weak and focus on the strong.


I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
My jewelry is so impressive it's burning an image into your brain.


Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
And I'm not just talking about the jewelry, Jada Pinkett Smith is also admiring my Range Rover.


(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
(Someone says) That's Will Smith's wife! (And I respond) No, she's just a part of what I own.


Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Excuse me for being successful, my car is still getting washed despite the weather.


Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
If you talk too much, you'll get shot in the back.


The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
When you're from the hood, you have to accept the good parts as well as the bad.


Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done
Similar to someone running away from their parole officer, when they catch you, it's over.


Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
If someone is desperate for money, they may resort to selling drugs or stealing.


Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Listen up, because I'm wise and experienced, and I know what I'm talking about.


Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
I'm part of the Diplomats crew, we dress in all black and drive luxury convertibles.


Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
We put expensive rims on our wheels so we can travel to southern shows in style.


Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Even though my rapping isn't the best, I still have drugs to sell.


Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
I've got sex and weed to offer as well.


Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
I've got women available too, and I'm not done with this line of work.


Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Back on the streets hustling, and Jimmy is in charge of selling the crack we make.


Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet
The tour is done, now let's get back to what we do best and make money.


I'mma let you know so you get it right
I'm going to explain something so you understand it correctly.


I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
I'm not really a rapper, but I know how to spit rhymes properly.


Make a nigga, go to church and pray
When I rap, it can make a listener feel the need to go to church and pray for their soul.


Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
For a new person getting started, the first day and first deal are crucial.


Leased his first beamer now y'all tussle
Once someone leases their first luxury car, they'll have a taste for more and want to keep hustling harder.


2 against 4, now on y'all youngsta'z
With just two of us against four of you, we're going to take on the young guys and prove ourselves.


Gone respond, walk out the rusty
They're going to respond, but we'll be ready to fight and they won't stand a chance.


Car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
The car we drive is a symbol of our strength, and we don't care what the media says about us.


Y'all little men, I be Un man
You guys are small and weak, but I'm a strong and respected man.


Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
I'm associated with successful female rappers Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim.


And y'all can't see these flows,
You can't compete with our rhymes and skills.


If you wanna be stars see the CEO
If you want to be successful, you need to learn from and work with the best.




Lyrics Β© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CAMERON GILES, DARRELL BRANCH, PHILLIP A. MITCHELL, RONNIE JAMES

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