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[Jim
on, yo, yo

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

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

When I beef, names will be tool will be spread
Two in head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news 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..

[Juelz
Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on property
cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me
I drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it me
I'm what the people 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 bugging my eye on the
Cam signed to the Roc it's that we eat
Harlem's back, this it's for keeps
You or not?
The Takeover's now, y'all or not?
We been ready just that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all with that
Can't be racist cause I sell too white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all milk and crackers
Until I'm rich and these mills don't
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 call will cost ya'
rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome Taliban
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga 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 fiddle
How you older than me, and a little nigga
On the first, I hate chickens
Get check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends
And they kids fly, I open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke

[Jim
Shit, the first of the month
Yo, I'm the on the block for the cycle
A rock that is first shoots from a rifle
See they tainted our image, fucked up how the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why, we sell caine to the people
That be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth's got restraints on my people

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

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