[Intro- Lil Jon]
   Stop! It's the mothafuckin remix!
  
   [Lil Jon over Mase]
   Yeah!
   Yeah!
   Eminem nigga!
   Lil Jon nigga!
   Mase and 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 real 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 roc-a-way
   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 roc-a-way
   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 ??? 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 roc-a-way
   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
   **** 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
   Hey!