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[Jim
on, yo, yo

Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a
We're more like a movement, more like in tuned
The moon and the stars, some say soon be doomed for them bars
But I be caught, pissy 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

[Bridge:
I 'em
up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, up
Divide that payroll,
Go get ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, paper, at Pedro
On the 8-0 and for my son the lay low
Ba' bro

When I beef, names be said tool will be spread
Two in your head, be bagged, eulogy 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..

[Juelz
Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your
Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking me
I sell drugs in varieties, you it, I got it
You see it, you it, we count it, you buy it from me
I'm what the call a menace to the public society
Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the 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 time that we eat
Harlem's back, this time for keeps
You or not?
The now, y'all focused or not?
We been ready it's that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right with
Can't be cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk crackers for all they milk and crackers
Until I'm rich and these mills don't
Uh, you follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your
I run with enforcers, big and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone will cost ya'
Keep rolling in them acting
We got big trucks with Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my maxed in
T-Money's home and he's going back in

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

[Jim
Shit, the first of the month
Yo, I'm the first on the block for the
A rock that is first 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 caine to the
That don't be the reason I be aiming eagle, my aims to get equal
The and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people

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

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