[Intro: Fat Joe]
Owwwwww!!!! yeah! my ^!$$%z
Throw your hands in the air right now man

Feel this %#@! right here! Scott Storch ^!$$%
Yeah Khalid I see you ^!$$%
Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!


[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I don't give a fuc* about your faults or mishappens ^!$$%

We from the Bronx, New York, %#@! happens
Kids clappin, love to spark the place
Half the ^!$$%z in the squad got a scar on their face

It's a cold world and this is ice
Half a mill for the charm, ^!$$% 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'$#&@ers nicknamed me Cook !@&@e %#@! 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 %#@!
Fat ^!$$% with the shotty was the logo kid!


[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Said my ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z 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 Eazy, M to the Wizzi

My arms stay breezy, the Don stay fizzi
Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-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 ^!$$%z 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 fuc* I call a chain reaction
See "Money Ain't a Thing" ^!$$%, we still the same ^!$$%z
Flows just changed now we bout to change the game ^!$$%


[Repeat Chorus]


[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Now we living better now, Gucci sweater now
And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, ^!$$%z 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 %#@!

Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and %#@!
If Five-o 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 !@$)got ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!


[Repeat Chorus]

[Outro: Fat Joe]

Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!)
Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)
Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever
Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on
Nah man, it ain't never gon stop

Search Raul JB, Fat Ant come on Uh