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[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Come on, yo, yo
Ayo 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 them bars
The industry think that they grooming a star, nah
I’m more like a thug misproving the odds
Runnin around all crazy, the city, with my goons in them cars

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
I tell ’em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, ay yo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 in Waco, I tell him lay low, ba’ bro
When I beef, names’ll be said, tools’ll be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news’ll get read
Cause what I deal with is usually Feds on the first

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Yo, 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 ’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 alright with that
Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I’ma milk these crackers for all they, milk and crackers
’til I’m rich and these mils 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’ll 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]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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

[Verse 4: Cam’ron]
Yo, yo I swear to God, you’ll 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 fridge
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend (not at all)
On the 11th, you gon’ be broke again
Word to Jehovah man
Hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again

[Verse 5: Jim Jones]
Shit, it’s the first of the month
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
With rocks to disperse 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 movin ‘caine to the people
Don’t be the reason I be, aiming this Eagle, my aim’s to get equal
The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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

[Outro: Jim Jones]
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones Capo Status
Killa the Don, Juelz Santana, FREEKEY!!
Harlem, my Taliban
Eastside, B’s up
The first and fifteenth
We still going through it
Welfare, medicade (wooo!), the liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
Y’all know the struggle
Holla
Roc-A-Fella, woo!

[Chorus]
Sh-Sh-She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Foenem go in first, I go after you (grahh)
Y-Y-You get robbed for your flashy shoes
Bitch, you get robbed for your rackables

[Verse 1]
Ni-Ni-Nigga wanna show his ass like a baboon (like a fucking baboon)
Now he’s a hashtag, now he’s a tattoo (now you’re a tattoo)
Now his bitch’s ass on my dick, bathroom (in the fucking bathroom)
Wanna be a class coon? You get ate like fast food (you get ate like fast food)
You won’t walk, you gon’ crawl away like a raccoon (like a fucking raccoon)
Hands in the air like a statue, I will shoot you in a classroom (fucking classroom)
See through you like a glassroom, I nothing to ask you (gang)
1, 2, 3, call Blast for you, the choppa stock detachable (nigga, whatchu wanna do?)
You want beef? Just ask dude, number nine on my chest, and my ass dude (gang)
I tote the gat ’cause I have to, you tote it ’cause it’s fashionable (grahh, gang)
Tears in the water unpassable (skirr), we pop out in the afternoon (skirr)
This Gosha international, touch and bullets come after you (pew, pew)

[Chorus]
Sh-Sh-She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Foenem go in first, I go after you (grahh)
Y-Y-You get robbed for your flashy shoes
Bitch, you get robbed for your rackables
She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Foenem gon’ go first first, I go after you
Nigga, that Glizzy don’t get passed to you (bitch)
Nigga, you wouldn’t even shoot if you had to shoot

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rappin’ and I ain’t look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, "What’s that?"
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
Bein’ broke did somethin’ to my soul (soul)
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’ (Hov’)
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain’t it a blessin’? (What?)
We made it out from State, went from all that stressin’
After them chi-chis, writin’ them letters (what else? What else?)
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us (hey)
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball (‘Bron ball)
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we don’t mind y’all (mind y’all)
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all (find y’all)
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale (Yale)
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell (for real)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still prayin’ for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel ’em prayin’ on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
Persia to [?], now it’s New York to Cali
Rosecrans, the hottest daily, Free G-Weeder, that’s my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I’m the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas won’t breathe again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it’s fashion
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like I’m average
Don’t take this bag if it’s too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle, don’t let niggas see you laughin’
Ayy, who you lil’ niggas talkin’ to?
If you ain’t my mans and we argue, I’m offin’ you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s comin’ off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you niggas askin’ for my number? I don’t fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watchin’, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin’ lemonade
With the D’usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made

[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (for real)

[Intro]
Ight come on
Aye

[Verse 1]
I’m turned up on a jolly
I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
I be schemin’, I be plottin’
They be leechin’, they be watchin’
She be geekin’ off the molly
Call me K, I got knowledge
Keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be drippin’, I be saucin’
I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’
And believe me, I ain’t conceited
I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]
A lil soldier from off Nolia
I can’t stay from out the corner
I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep these bitches off me
Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social
Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner

[Intro]
Hey
Hey I know I’m hot
And you not, hah

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

[Verse 1]
Goddamn all this water got me drowning
VVS’s, forty thousand my medallion
I been fly bitch, I don’t need no pilot
Every time I’m Gucci’d down, I be styling
Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I’m fresher than you
Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh
No I don’t wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha
My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula
Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot
How you rack your bands and get another drop?
How you put all of them diamonds in your watch?
Why the fuck you go and get another charm?

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

[Verse 2]
Same young nigga riding ’round with them rounds
You just the same nigga riding ’round talking down
Naw we don’t play around, turn your smile into a frown
Make my niggas clear the crowd
Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)
Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool
They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose
They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom
I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out