Triple Up - Cam'ron, 40 Cal - Cam'ron

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Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is
(Verse 1) I done stopped and styled
hummers, rock for wild summers The nerve
in me, these courtesy of Crocodile
Hunter (that's right) That mean the
croke-adile, see ya'll niggaz chokin'
now Know my style, you know I style, get
money poster-child Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child Garage, Benz,
Lambourgini, Rover fouls Red, blue,
green like the average frog Don't be mad
at dog, Ferrari out the catalogue
Bracelet switched to Bangles, medallions
shit just dangle Chain twist and tangle,
you'll get ripped and mangled Hit from
angels, I told you we equipped with
angles Can't find you, your girl tape
her wrists and ankles Show her the click
clicker, better yet six figures Ask her
where that nigga bitch, he a bitch nigga
The big picture, get figures, my kicks
glitter Get with her, in the basement
longer than Big Tigger (Hook) Triple up,
trey eight, four nickel tucked Get some
weight on your ass, give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggaz Kilo
breast, Chicken wing, fried rice niggaz
Quadruple up, triple five on me you
stupid fuck Take your ass up the block
doggy the stoop is us This is for my
Benjamin bitches You don't need 'em, get
money credit scam bitches (Verse 2) Ayo
your clique is soft, my wrist is frost I
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 cost Your bitch and
[ De: ]
boss, get 'em crossed, best bet don't
piss me off Listen horse a lot of niggaz
I did endorse Or course makes me
nauseous when they call the force Only
force I call is the Holocaust Holla
scholar, bodies drop when the dollars
tossed (35 hundred) Hot stove, jelly
jar, baking soda Hot water, mask,
gloves, can't take the odor But I make
the quota, hate cats that faking older
Remember back in the days, man them days
is over Know it might seem I'm sellin'
ya'll a pipe dream Wolf tickets, nope
been a legend since nineteen And that
was in the late 1990's You late, homeboy
I kept them 19's shiny Killa, easy
(Hook) (Verse 3: 40 Cal.) I came a long
way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all you see hang white
jewelry I triple the chain, triple the
wrist Dice game the same night I through
triples and split I get menage et tua,
the triple the chicks Got 'em on a
triple beam takin' trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers, we wait
for niggaz with watches Or watch niggaz
with weight with cake in they wallet
Raping they pockets and taking they
projects If you flip like T-Mobile I
could make you a sidekick Shit you see a
profit one day off of my flip You gotta
go triple to say that it's my shit But
for now get ya hustle up How you talk
about triple when you still trying to
double up This the bubble music, hoes
with the bubble buck Bubble coke, and
they bubble coke to cop that bubble
truck Letra Triple Up - Cam'ron, 40 Cal
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