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[Jim
on, yo, yo

Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a
We're more like a movement, more in tuned with
The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for them
But I could be caught, clubs, saloons and some bars
Industry think that they a star nah
I'm like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy
With my in some cars

Cam'Ron]
I 'em
up, wake up
Gotta go get that up, break up
that payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that ya-yo,
Killa, paper, at Pedro
On the 8-0 and for my son the lay low
Ba' bro

When I beef, will be said tool will be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, read
Dog in the will get read, cause what I deal with is usually feds
On the

repeat 2X]
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo,
It's the of the month..
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo,
It's the of the month..

Santana]
Now I'm the of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain't no denying me
I drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you it, we count it, you buy it from me
I'm the people call a menace to the public society
'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck it I'm driving, I'm high as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm my eye on the street
Cam to the Roc it's time that we eat
Harlem's back, this time for keeps
You rolling or
The now, y'all focused or not?
We been ready it's just that our was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all with that
Can't be cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all milk and crackers
Until I'm rich and mills don't matter
Uh, you follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and
Black, British and Walter, the phone call will ya'
Keep rolling in them caravans
We got big trucks with chrome action
one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money's and he's never going back in

Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I triggers
How you older than me, and a little nigga
On the first, I hate these
Get their check, hair, done, steak and chicken, for they friends
And they kids fly, I ain't open friend, on the 11th, you be broke again
Word to man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some again

[Jim
Shit, it's the of the month
Yo, I'm the on the block for the cycle
A rock that is like shoots from a rifle
See they tainted our image, it's up how the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell to the people
don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth's got some on my people

[Jim - talking]
Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Status
Killah the don, Juelz Santana,
Harlem, my
Eastside, B's up
The first and
We still through it
Welfare, medicade, liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th,
Y'all the struggle

(Whoo!)