Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The First , by - The Diplomats. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
The First |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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!) |