The First

[Jim Jones] Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for them bars But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars Industry think that they grooming a star nah I'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around all crazy the city With my goons in some cars [Bridge: Cam'ron] I tell 'em Wake up, wake up Gotta go get that cake up, break up Divide that payroll, aiyyoo Go get that yayo, yayo, yayo Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro On the eighto in Waco ... lay low Bay bro [Cam'ron] When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read Dog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually feds On the first [Hook: repeat 2X] Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo It's the first of the month.. Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo It's the first of the month.. [Verse: Juelz Santana] Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me I'm what the people call a menace to the public society Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me Fuck it I'm driving, I'm puffing high as can be I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my eye on the street Cam signed to the Roc it's time that we eat Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps You rolling or not? The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not? We been ready it's just that our promotion was not But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right with that Can't be racist cause I sell too much white for that So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackers Until I'm rich and these mills don't matter Uh, you niggas follow my plot? If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses Black, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya' Keep rolling in them caravans acting We got big trucks with chrome Taliban action Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in T-Money's home and he's never going back in [Hook: Cam'ron] [Cam'ron] Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers How you older than me, and still a little nigga On the first, I hate these chickens Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends And they kids fly, I ain't open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again Word to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman Coming to see Cam, for some coke again [Jim Jones] Shit, it's the first of the month Yo, I'm the first on the block for the cycle A rock that is first like shoots from a rifle See they tainted our image, it's fucked up how the game painted our image They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people That don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal The first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people [Hook] [Jim Jones - talking] Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo Status Killah the don, Juelz Santana, FREEKY Harlem, my Taliban Eastside, B's up The first and fifteenth We still going through it Welfare, medicade, some liquor stores Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th Y'all know the struggle Holla Roc-A-Fella (Whoo!)