I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens ****

We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens

Kids clappin', love to spark the place

Half the **** 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 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 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 Flo-Jo shit

Fat **** with the shotty 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

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 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 **** 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 ****, 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

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

Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now

And that G4 can fly through any weather now

See, **** 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 fxxxxt **** 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 **** 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

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