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    "The First" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Juelz Santana and Cam'ron

    Album:
    track 5 on disc 2
    Diplomatic Immunity [2003]
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    Duration:00:04:57
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    [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!)
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Laron L. James, Joseph Jones, Cameron Giles, Jeffrey J. Tyzik.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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