cam'ron ft. juelz - double up appreciation thread
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Play this album everyday
LandryFieldsDad
All Star
I had a mixtape with a song entitled Losing Weight Pt. 3 Cam'ron ft. Juelz Santana
those verses were eventually used on To The Top.
but the beat on the mixtape was insane..
sorry to derail the thread but it crossed my mind and was wondering if anyone had it..
those verses were eventually used on To The Top.
but the beat on the mixtape was insane..
sorry to derail the thread but it crossed my mind and was wondering if anyone had it..
I love Latina women
Veteran
it's all good, bruh. but naw, i ain't got it though
That whole SDE album was pure heat 
I love Latina women
Veteran
them first few lines of this shyt was damn cold 
"Yo y'all nikkas wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bytch, rap is my hustle
Show a nikka know yo
We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shyt 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 co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on our rollie we go rock for rock"
"Yo y'all nikkas wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bytch, rap is my hustle
Show a nikka know yo
We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shyt 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 co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on our rollie we go rock for rock"
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
[Verse 1]
Yo y'all nikkas with the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
I'm a hustler, not a rapper bytch - rap is my hustle
Show a nikka know yo
We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shyt to blow, Jenny Jones rockin jock
Right back to the block to clock, 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 co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on a rolli 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 signing the crap
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
[Verse 2]
I know looking at my jewelry is scarring yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parking 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, plus his fukkin 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, motherfukkin 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 motherfukker let's get back on our feet
Yo y'all nikkas with the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle
I'm a hustler, not a rapper bytch - rap is my hustle
Show a nikka know yo
We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shyt to blow, Jenny Jones rockin jock
Right back to the block to clock, 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 co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on a rolli 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 signing the crap
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
[Verse 2]
I know looking at my jewelry is scarring yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parking 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, plus his fukkin 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, motherfukkin 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 motherfukker let's get back on our feet