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[Jim
on, yo, yo

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

[Bridge:
I 'em
Wake up, up
go get that cake up, break up
Divide payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that 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 said tool be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, read
Dog in the news will get read, what I deal with is usually feds
On the

[Chorus: 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 type of dude, post up sell drugs on property
Stone cold hustler, no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we 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 puffing as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc time that we eat
Harlem's back, this it's for keeps
You rolling or
The Takeover's now, focused or not?
We been ready it's that our promotion was not
But I can't no one for this, I'm all right with that
Can't be racist cause I too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all they and crackers
I'm rich and these mills don't matter
Uh, you niggaz follow my
If not, these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and
Black, British and Walter, the phone will cost ya'
Keep rolling in caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome action
one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money's home and he's never going in

Aiyo, I to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you than me, and still a little nigga
On the first, I hate these
Get their check, hair, nails done, 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, 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, it's fucked up how the game painted our
They say we people, why, because we sell caine to the people
That don't be the I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people

[Jim Jones -
Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo
Killah the don, Santana, FREEKY
Harlem, my
Eastside, B's up
The first and
We going through it
Welfare, medicade, liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th,
know the struggle

(Whoo!)