Come on, yo, yo





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 my city all crazy

With my goons in some cars





I tell 'em

Wake up, wake up

Gotta go get that cake up, break up

Divide that payroll, aiyyoo

Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo

Killa, paper, holla at Pedro

On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low

Ba' bro





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





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..





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 niggaz 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









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





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









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!)