[Jim Jones]   Come on, yo, yo      [Verse]   Aiyoo my Dip Set 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'll soon be doomed for them bars   But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars   Industry think that they grooming a star nah   I'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy   With my goons in some cars      [Bridge: Cam'Ron]   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   Killa, paper, holla at Pedro   On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low   Ba' bro      [Cam'Ron]   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      [Chorus: repeat 2X]   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   It's the first of the month..      [Juelz Santana]   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 it I'm driving, I'm puffing 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      [Chorus]      [Cam'Ron]   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 Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman   Coming to see Cam, for some coke again      [Jim Jones]   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 shoots from a rifle   See they tainted our image, it's fucked up how the game painted our image   They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people   That don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal   The first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people      [Chorus]      [Jim Jones - talking]   Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo Status   Killah the don, Juelz Santana, FREEKY   Harlem, my Taliban   Eastside, B's up   The first and fifteenth   We still going through it   Welfare, medicade, some liquor stores   Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th   Y'all know the struggle   Holla   Roc-A-Fella (Whoo!)