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!

　　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!

　　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!)

　　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

　　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!)

　　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!

　　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!)

　　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!!

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