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The Diplomats
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The First (Feat. Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones & Juelz Santana)
Lyricist:Cameron Giles, Laron L. James, Joseph Jones, Jeffrey J. Tyzik
Come on, yo, yo Aiyoo my Dipset 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 soon will be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars The industry think that they grooming a star nah I'm more like a thug mis-proving the odds Run around all crazy the city 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, aiyo 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, 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 It's the first of the month
Aiyoo, aiyoo, 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
And 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 'em I'm driving, I'm puffing, I'm 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in T-Money's home and he's never going back in
Aiyoo, aiyoo, 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 It's the first of the month
Aiyoo, aiyoo, 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
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 Jehovah 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 shots from a rifle See they tainted our image, it's fucked up The way the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why? Because we moving caine to the people Don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal The first and fifteenth got some restraints on my people
Aiyoo, aiyoo, 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 It's the first of the month
Aiyoo, aiyoo, 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
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones, Capo Status Killah the Don, Juelz Santana, Freeky Harlem, my Taliban, East Side, B's up The first and fifteenth we still going through it
Welfare, medicate, some liquor stores Broadway, seventh, fifteenth, fortieth Y'all know the struggle, holla Roc-A-Fella, whoo
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