Lyric Double Up
[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]
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]
