Yeah... My niggas

Throw ya hands in the air right now man

Feel this shit right here



I don't give a fuck 'bout your faulty mishappenin's

Nigga we from the Bronx, New York... shit happens

Kids clappin' love to spark the place

Half the niggas on the squad got a scar on they face

It's a cold world, and this is ice

Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life

Got the phantom in front building Trinity Ave

10 years been legit they still figure me bad

As a youngin', I was too much to cope with

Why you think, mo'fuckers nick-named me, Cook Coke shit

Should've been called Don robbery, extorsion or maybe grand larceny

I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle

This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble

Came out the gate, no I didn't flow Joe shit

Fat nigga with shotty was the logo kid



* (Said) my niggas don't dance

We just pull up the pants and

Do the Roc-away

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I said my niggas don't dance

See we just pull up the pants and

Do the Roc-away

Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back



R to the E'zzy'

M to the whizz-i [Y]

My arms stay breezy

The Don's stay fizz-i

Got a date, the day I was in the 740'fizz-i

And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' 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- we boogie

So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies

Listen we don't pay admission

And bouncers don't check us

And we walk around the metal detectors

And there really ain't no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor

Reckless, check it, said it?!

Like 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 nigga, flows just changed 

now we 'bout to change the game nigga



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Now we livin' better now

Gucci sweater now

And that G4 could fly through, any weather now

See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions

That's why I sport the chincilla to hurt they feelin's

Your can find Joe Crack at all type of shit

Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and shit

If I visited Compton, they'd prolly squeel

'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real

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

These faggot niggas even made gang size commercials

Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up

B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up

Can't keep tellin' me to talk about 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



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