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Lean Back
Terror Squad, True Story, 2004
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Owu
Yeah, My niggas 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
I don't give a fuck about your faults, or mishappenings, nigga
We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens
Kids clapping, love to spark the place
Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they 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 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
Should've been called, the 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 shorty was the logo kid
Said, my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on)
R to the ezzy, M to the whiz-zy
My arms stay breezy, the Don stay fizzy
Got a date at eight, 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 niggas 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 V.I.P. 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 niggas
Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, nigga
Said, my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Now we living better now, Gucci sweater now
When that G4 can fly through any weather now
See, niggas 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 five-o boy come, then they'd proudly squeal
'Cause half these rappers they blow like, Death For real
If you cross the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt ya
These fagot niggas 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 niggas didn't have to play to win the championship, come on
Niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants
And do the rock away, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Yeah
(Can you hear me?)
Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad
Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever
(Can you hear me?)
Yeah, streets is ours, come on
Nah, man, it ain't never gon' stop
Sarge, Raul, JB, Fat Ant, come on