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Come on, yo, yo [Verse] |
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Aiyoo my Dip |
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Set Taliban, we are not a crew |
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We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with |
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The moon and the stars, some say |
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I'll soon be doomed for them bars |
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But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars |
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Industry think that they grooming a star nah |
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I'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy |
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With my goons in some cars [Bridge: Cam'Ron] |
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I tell 'em |
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Wake up, wake up |
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Gotta go get that cake up, break up |
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Divide that payroll, aiyyoo |
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Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo |
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Killa, paper, holla at |
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Pedro On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low |
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Ba' bro [Cam'Ron] |
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When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread |
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Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read |
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Dog in the news will get read, cause what |
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I deal with is usually feds |
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On the first [Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo |
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It's the first of the month.. |
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Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo |
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It's the first of the month.. [Juelz Santana] |
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Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property |
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Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me |
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I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, |
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I got it You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me |
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I'm what the people call a menace to the public society |
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Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me |
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Fuck it I'm driving, |
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I'm puffing high as can be |
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I'm speeding, |
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I'm weaving, |
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I'm bugging my eye on the street |
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Cam signed to the |
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Roc it's time that we eat |
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Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps |
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You rolling or not? |
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The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not? |
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We been ready it's just that our promotion was not |
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But I can't blame no one for this, |
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I'm all right with that |
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Can't be racist cause |
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I sell too much white for that |
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So I decided |
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I'mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackers |
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Until I'm rich and these mills don't matter |
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Uh, you niggaz follow my plot? |
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If not, swallow these shots, |
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Santana swallow your block |
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I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses |
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Black, British and |
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Walter, the phone call will cost ya' |
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Keep rolling in them caravans acting |
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We got big trucks with chrome |
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Taliban action |
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Send one up to |
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Jabar, my nigga maxed in |
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T-Money's home and he's never going back in [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] |
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Aiyo, I swear to |
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God, you think |
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I had a violin the way |
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I fiddle triggers |
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How you older than me, and still a little nigga |
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On the first, |
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I hate these chickens |
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Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends |
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And they kids fly, |
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I ain't open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again |
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Word to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a |
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Doberman Coming to see |
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Cam, for some coke again [Jim Jones] |
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Shit, it's the first of the month |
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Yo, I'm the first on the block for the cycle |
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A rock that is first like shoots from a rifle |
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See they tainted our image, it's fucked up how the game painted our image |
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They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people |
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That don't be the reason |
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I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal |
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The first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people [Chorus] [Jim Jones - talking] |
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Dip set nigga, |
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Jim Jones, |
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Capo Status |
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Killah the don, |
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Juelz Santana, |
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FREEKY Harlem, my |
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Taliban Eastside, |
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B's up The first and fifteenth |
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We still going through it |
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Welfare, medicade, some liquor stores |
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Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th |
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Y'all know the struggle |
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Holla Roc- |
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A-Fella (Whoo!) |
