{Lil john}   Stop … It's da muthafuckin remix …      {Mase}   Ah yeah Harlem's back   Who in da world wanna problem wit dat   I hear Harlem's back   Who in da world wanna problem wit dat   Ah yeah Harlem's back   Who in da world wanna problem wit dat   I hear Harlem's back   Who in da world wanna problem wit dat      {Lil John}   Let's go      {Fat joe} X2   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull up our pants 'n'   Do 'da Roc-away.   Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.(with Lil Jon)   Come on      {Mase}   Yo yo yo   You know it's deja vu, 'n' da day y'all do…   It'd be da day y'all bleed   Rich minus 80 degrees   King of Harlem, ain't nobody made me leave   Who else can take 5 years off   Cold turkey, come back to fly lids off   Cats front, leave 'em leanin' like smirrnoff   If haters wanna hate then it's their loss   Come up in da rucka wit all my jigs on   Got grills so big you can cook a steak on..   People here may storm when they get da Mase on   You a hot 16, i'm a very great song   They beatin' on da DJ before the Mase song   You play Clark Kent,   You'd better have your cape on,   Plenty goons, mansion, many rooms   My necklace, two X's, 'n' three benny boons, lean back      {Fat Joe}   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull up our pants 'n'   Do 'da Roc-away.   Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.   Come on      {Mase}   Lean back, lean back, cuz he's back      {Fat Joe}   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull up our pants 'n'   Do 'da Roc-away.   Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.   Come on      {Lil John}   Emineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem wusssup      {Eminem}   You don't want no problems wit Harlem   You don't want no problems wit da boogie down Bronxster   You don't want no drama wit da blonde bomber   Original Don gotta of da blonde bottle, tha model.   For white America, Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino   Now we got Mase back, to represent everything else in between   Including da percentage of da rest, we dope!   Da best from each coast to mid-west to da   Dirty dirty (with Lil John)   Even further to Miami,   All da way back to Californ-i-a    It'd probably best right now if I warned Dre.   Get on a horn and tell him about da storm comin' all our way   So tell a pal grab a gal right now, get on da floor why wait?   Shake dat ass a lil more my way   Well baby, I don't dance   Not that I can't, there's a pistol in my pants      {Fat Joe} X2   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull up our pants 'n'   Do 'da Roc-away.   Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.   Come on      {Pathos}   No Judas, or Camadis, or Cane's brother Able was ever able to stop me   (all) not me   I got the streets asking damn who could top P.   Summer Jam, killed it man, and did it all wit one beat   I guess I'm bi-coastal now   Took a damn South brother to bring your boy out   As da wheel keep spinnin', i can hear niggaz thinkin' crack at one hit benny out   No (with Eminem)   Joey bring 'em semi's out   Force you 'n' yours pour lil Henney out   So much rappers actin' in da game   I had to tell 'em put the mic away 'n' run 'n' go 'n' get your Emmies out.   Lean back mothafuckas   This here's a three-peat. we back at da rucka   This cook coke crack preach it to your brother,    The mic more rap than preachin' your mother fucker      {Fat Joe} X2   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull up our pants 'n'   Do 'da Roc-away.   Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.   Come on      {Lil John}   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull out our gats 'n'   blow your block away.   fuck nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.   Hey   I said my niggaz don't dance,   We just pull out our gats 'n'   blow your block away.   bitch nigga lean back, lean back, lean back, lean baaaaaaack   heyyyy