The First

Lyrics

[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 Running 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 [Chorus: 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 [Chorus: 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 moving '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 [Chorus: 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!