Cam'Ron - Triple Up
[Verse 1]I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summersThe nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)That mean the croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin' nowKnow my style, you know I style, get money poster-childCrip, piece, I swear you should come over childGarage, Benz, Lambourgini, Rover foulsRed, blue, green like the average frogDon't be mad at dog, Ferrari out the catalogueBracelet switched to Bangles, medallions shit just dangleChain twist and tangle, you'll get ripped and mangledHit from angels, I told you we equipped with anglesCan't find you, your girl tape her wrists and anklesShow her the click clicker, better yet six figuresAsk her where that nigga bitch, he a bitch niggaThe big picture, get figures, my kicks glitterGet with her, in the basement longer than Big Tigger[Hook]Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tuckedGet some weight on your ass, give them nickels upThis is for my fly ice niggazKilo breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggazQuadruple up, triple five on me you stupid fuckTake your ass up the block doggy the stoop is usThis is for my Benjamin bitchesYou don't need 'em, get money credit scam bitches[Verse 2]Ayo your clique is soft, my wrist is frostI 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 costYour bitch and boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't piss me offListen horse a lot of niggaz I did endorseOr course makes me nauseous when they call the forceOnly force I call is the HolocaustHolla scholar, bodies drop when the dollars tossed (35 hundred)Hot stove, jelly jar, baking sodaHot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odorBut I make the quota, hate cats that faking olderRemember back in the days, man them days is overKnow it might seem I'm sellin' ya'll a pipe dreamWolf tickets, nope been a legend since nineteenAnd that was in the late 1990'sYou late, homeboy I kept them 19's shinyKilla, easy[Hook][Verse 3: 40 Cal.]I came a long way from getting hanged by a white juryLook at my neck, all you see hang white jewelryI triple the chain, triple the wristDice game the same night I through triples and splitI get menage et tua, the triple the chicksGot 'em on a triple beam takin' trips with the bricksMy clique, the weight watchers, we wait for niggaz with watchesOr watch niggaz with weight with cake in they walletRaping they pockets and taking they projectsIf you flip like T-Mobile I could make you a sidekickShit you see a profit one day off of my flipYou gotta go triple to say that it's my shitBut for now get ya hustle upHow you talk about triple when you still trying to double upThis the bubble music, hoes with the bubble buckBubble coke, and they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck[Hook]
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