[Intro - Lil Jon]. Stop! It's the mothafuckin remix!. [Lil Jon over Mase]. Yeah!. Yeah!. Eminem nigga!. Lil Jon nigga!. Mason Bethem!. That is yours!. [Mase]. Uh Ya Harlem is back. Who in the world want a problem wit that. For real I heard Harlem is back. Who in the world want a problem wit that. Uh ya Harlem is back. Who in the world want a problem wit that. Uh I heard Harlem is back. Who in the world want a problem wit that. [Chorus x2 - Fat Joe]. 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. [Verse 1 - Mase]. Yo yo yo we goin Deja Vu. Then the day ya'll do. It'll be the day ya'll bleed. Rich minus eighty degrees. King of Harlem ain't no body made me leave. Who else could take five years off. Cold turkey come back and fly leers off. Cats front they gonna leanin like smirnoff. If haters wanna hate then its their loss. Come up in the rucka wit all my jigs on. Got grills so big you can cook a steak on. You gonna hear Mase gone. When they get a Mase on. You a hot 16 I'm a very great song. If beatin on the DJ before the Mase song. He play Clark Kent you better have your cape on. Plenty grooms mansion many rooms. My neckless two X's and three benty boom (lean back). [Chorus x2 - Fat Joe]. 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. [Lil Jon]. Eminem whats up!. [Verse 2 - Eminem]. You don't want no problems with Harlem. You don't want no problems wit da boogy down Bronxton. You don't want no drama wit da blonde bomber. Original don gotta of the blonde bottle the model. For white america then Joe the spokesperson for the Latino. Then we got Mase back to represent everything else in between. Includin the percentages of the rest we dope. The best from each coast the mid west to the dirty dirty!. Even further to Miami all the way back to Californ I A. It'll prolly be best right now if I warn Dre. And get on the horn wit him tell him bout the storm comin all our way. So tell a pal grab a gal right now get on the floor why wait. Shake that ass a lil more my way or baby I dont dance. Not that I can cuz of the pistol in my pants. [Chorus x2 - Fat Joe]. 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. [Verse 3 - Fat Joe]. No Judas a comadis Caine's brother Able to able to stop me nigga not me!. Got the streets askin damn who could top Pete. Summer Jam killed it man did it all with one beat. I guess I'm bi-coastal now took a damn south brother to bring your boy out. As the wheel keep spinnin I can hear niggas thinkin crack i got one hit benny out. Nope Joey bring them semi's out of course you and yours pour a lil henny out. So much rappers actin in the game I have to tell him put the mic away and run and go and get your emmies out. Lean back mothafuckas this here's a three beat we back at the rucka. This cook crack preachin to your brother the mic more rap we perachin to you mothafuckas. [Chorus x2 - Fat Joe]. 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. [Lil Jon]. Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats. And blow your back away. Fuck nigga lean back lean back lean back lean back. Say my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats. And blow your backs away. Bitch niggas lean back lean back lean back lean back