The First lyrics

[Jim Jones]
Come on, yo, yo

[Verse]
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

[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 ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, paper, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low
Ba` 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

[Chorus: 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..

[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 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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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!)