힙합M/V Terror Squad "Lean Back" 빌보드 싱글 3위^^*

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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! 

[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 ha 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! 

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!) 

[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 

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!) 

[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! 

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!) 

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!!