The First The Diplomats (Ft. Cam'ron, Jim Jones & Juelz Santana)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Come on, yo, yo
Ayo, my Dipset 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 soon will be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy, clubs, saloons and them bars
The industry think that they grooming a star, nah
I'm more like a thug misproving the odds
Running around all crazy, the city, with my goons in them cars

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
I tell 'em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, ay yo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 in Waco, I tell him lay low, ba' bro
When I beef, names'll be said, tools'll be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news'll get read
'Cause what I deal with is usually Feds on the first

[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It's the first of the month...
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It's the first of the month...
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
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