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Tytuł: The First

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"The First"
  [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!)