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[Jim Jones]Come on, yo, yo[Verse]Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crewWe're more like a movement, more like in tuned withThe moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for them barsBut I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some barsIndustry think that they grooming a star nahI'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazyWith my goons in some cars[Bridge: Cam'Ron]I tell 'emWake up, wake upGotta go get that cake up, break upDivide that payroll, aiyyooGo get that ya-yo, ya-yoKilla, paper, holla at PedroOn the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay lowBa' bro[Cam'Ron]When I beef, names will be said tool will be spreadTwo in your head, body be bagged, eulogy readDog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually fedsSongtexteOn the first[Chorus: repeat 2X]Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyooIt's the first of the month..Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yoIt's the first of the month..[Juelz Santana]Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your propertyStone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying meI sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got itYou see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from meI'm what the people call a menace to the public societyFuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of meFuck it I'm driving, I'm puffing high as can beI'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my eye on the streetCam signed to the Roc it's time that we eatHarlem's back, this time it's for keepsYou rolling or not?The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not?We been ready it's just that our promotion was notBut I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right with thatCan't be racist cause I sell too much white for thatSo I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackersUntil I'm rich and these mills don't matterUh, you niggaz follow my plot?If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your blockI run with enforcers, big dudes and bossesBlack, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya'Keep rolling in them caravans actingWe got big trucks with chrome Taliban actionSend one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed inT-Money's home and he's never going back in[Chorus][Cam'Ron]Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggersHow you older than me, and still a little niggaOn the first, I hate these chickensGet their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friendsAnd they kids fly, I ain't open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke againWord to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a DobermanComing to see Cam, for some coke again[Jim Jones]Shit, it's the first of the monthYo, I'm the first on the block for the cycleA rock that is first like shoots from a rifleSee they tainted our image, it's fucked up how the game painted our imageThey say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the peopleThat don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equalThe first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people[Chorus][Jim Jones - talking]Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo StatusKillah the don, Juelz Santana, FREEKYHarlem, my TalibanEastside, be 's upThe first and fifteenthWe still going through itWelfare, medicade, some liquor storesBroadway, 7th, 15th, 40thy'all know the struggleHollaRoc-A-Fella (Whoo!) Aus Songtexte Mania