[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!!