[Intro: Fat Joe]

Owwwwww!!!! yeah! my niggaz!!! uh huh!!!

Throw your hands in the air right now man!!!

Feel this shit right here! Scott Storch nigga!

Yeah Khalid I see you nigga!!!

Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!



[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga

We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens

Kids clappin, love to spark the place

Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face

It's a cold world and this is ice

Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life

Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave

Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad

As a young'n - was too much to cope with

Why you think – mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit

Shoulda been called Armed Robbery

Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny

I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle

Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble

Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit

Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid!



[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

(Come on!)



[Verse 2: Remy Martin]

R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy

My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy

Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive

And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die

With a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion

My niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancin

We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies

So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies

Listen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us

And we - walk around the metal detectors

And there really ain't a need for a VIP section

In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it



Said he - liked my necklace, started relaxin

Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

See "Money Ain't a Thing" nigga, we still the same niggaz

Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga



[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

(Come on!)





[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, niggaz get tight when you worth some millions

This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings

You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit

Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit

If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal

Cause half these rappers they +Blow+ like Derek Foreal

If you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt ya

These faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercial

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin it up

B2K crip walkin like that's what's up!

Kay keep tellin me to speak about the Rucker

Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker

Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this

My niggaz didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!



[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

(Come on!)



[Outro: Fat Joe]

Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!)

Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)

Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever (Can you hear me?!)

Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on!!!

Nah man, it ain't never gon stop

Search!!! Raul!!! JB, Fat Ant come on!!! Uh!!