20.The First (Feat. Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones ＆ Juelz Santana)
作词：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
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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