[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 Send " Double Up" Ringtone to your Cell