Terror Squad - Lean Back Ft. Fat Joe, Remy Ma

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(siren blaring) (feet tapping)

(dog barking)

- What you doing over here?

- Yo, I'm holding the spot for Fat Joe.

They got the ill house, Terror Squad be coming through.

They got a clump in here.

- [Group] Yeah, yeah.

- I ain't lyin'.

Yo true story.

(intense music begins)

Ow

Yeah

Ha, uh huh

Throw your hands in the air right now, man

Feel this right here

Scott Storch

Yeah, Khaled, I see you

Show Big Pun love

Ugh, yeah

Ugh, yo

I don't give a about your faults or mishappens

We from the Bronx, New York, things happen

Kids clappin', love to spark the place

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

It's a cold world and this is ice

Half a mill for the charm, brother this is life

Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave

Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad

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

Why you think the BMX nicknamed me Cook

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 Flo-Jo

Fat brother with the, with the logo kid

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

And do the rockaway, now lean back

Lean back, lean back, lean back

Come on

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

And do the rockaway, now lean back

Lean back, lean back, lean back

R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy

My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy

Got a date at eight, 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 squad 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 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 hell I call a chain reaction

See money ain't a thing, we still the same

Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the game

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

And do the rockaway, now lean back

Lean back, lean back, lean back

Come on

(crowd noise)

- Ay, yo!

Hold up, y'all got to calm down, man!

Listen, I just got orders from Fat Joe himself.

- What?

- Right now ain't nobody else gettin' in.

- What?

- We at capacity. - What?

- That mean we full!

- Nah, man, we 'bout to get up in here.

Let me hear a yeah!

- [Crowd] Yeah!

- [Kevin] Y'all got to calm down, man!

I said my, 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, Gucci sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, haters 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 events

Out in Vegas front row to all the fights

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

Cause half these rappers they like Derek Foreal

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

These, even made gang signs commercial

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up

B2K 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 team didn't have to play to win the championship

Come on

Don't dance we just pull up our pants

And do the rockaway, now lean back

Lean back, lean back, lean back

Come on

I said my, 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

(intense music continues)

Ha

Yeah

Can you hear me

Bronx

BX Borough, Terror Squad

Ugh, ha

Big Pun forever

Tony Montana forever

Ugh, yeah

Streets is ours

Come on

Nah, man

Ha

It ain't never gon' stop

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Raul

JB, Fat Ant come on

Ugh