[Intro - Fat Joe]
Yeah! My n____z! Uh-huh!
Throw ya hands in 'da air right now, man!
Feel 'dis s___ right here!

Scott Storch n____!
Yeah Khalid, I see you, n____!
Show Big-Pun love! Uh!
Yeah! Uh! Yo!

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
I don't give a f___ about'cha faults, or mishappenins, n____.
We from Da Bronx, New York... s___ happens.
Kids clappin, luv ta spark da place.
Half da n____z in 'da squad got a scar on dey face.

It's a cold world, and dis is ice.
Half a mill' for da charm, n____, dis is life.
Got 'da Phantom in front of da buildin, Trinity Ave.
Ten years been legit, dey still figure me bad.

As a youngin, I was too much to cope with.
Why you think, mo'f___ers nick-named me "Cook c__e" s___.
Should'a been called Don Robbery,
Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny.

I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble.
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe s___.
Fat n____ with da shotty was "The Logo Kid".

[Chorus]
Said my n____z dont dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.

I said my n____z don't dance,
We just pull up our pants and,
Do 'da Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
(Come on!)

[Verse 2 - Remy]
R to the E'zzie',
M to the whiz-zY,
My arms stay breezy,
The Don stays fizz-zY,

Got a date at 8, I’m in the 740'fizz-ive,
And I just bought a bike, so I can ride till I die,
Wit' a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a mansion,

My n____s in 'da club, but you know 'dey not dancin'.
We gANGSTA, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here,
Wit' burners 'n hoodies.

Listen, we don't pay admission,
And da bouncers dont check us,
And we walk around 'da metal detectors.

And there really aint a need for a VIP section,
In 'da middle of da dance floor,
Reckless; Check it!

Said He Like my necklace, started relaxin now,
Dats what da f___ I call a chain reaction.

See, money aint a thang n____,
We still da same n____z,
Flows just changed
Now we 'bout'ta change 'da game, n____.

[Repeat Chorus - 1X]

[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Now we livin' betta' now,
Gucci sweata' now.
And 'dat G4 could fly through,
Any weatha' now.

See, n____z get tight,
When you wurf' some millions.
'Dis is why I sport 'dis chincilla;
'Ta hurt 'dey feelin's.

You can find Joe Crack at all type 'a s___,
Out at Vegas, front row 'ta all 'da fights n' s___,
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd prod'lly squeel.
'Cause half 'deez rappers did blow like Derek, fo'real.

If you cross 'da line, d___ right I'm gonna hurt'chu.
These f__got n____z even made gang-signs commercial.
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up,
B2K crip-walkin', like dat's wass' up.

Kay keep tellin' me 'ta speak about 'Da Rucker,
Matter 'fact, I don't wanna' speak about 'Da Rucker,
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine 'dis,
My n____z didn't haff'ta play'ta win the championship.

[Repeat Chorus - 1X]

[Outro - Fat Joe]
Ha! Yeah! (Can 'ya hear me?!)
Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, Uh... (Ha!)
Big-Punk forever, Tone Montana forever... (Can you hear me?!)

Uh! Yeah! Streetz is ours, come on!
Nah man, it ain't never gonna stop...
Serge! Raoul! J.B., Fat Ed, come on! Uh!

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