text: Brooklyn X4
  Bronx X4
  Queens Bridge X4
  Uptown X4
  YEAH
  Where Brooklyn at x6
  Lean back lean back
  Where Brooklyn at x6
  Lean back lean back
  I was a terror since the public school era
  Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses
  Smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
  A chubby nigga on the scene
  I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
  Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black
  Smokin sacks up in acs and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
  Honeys wanna chat but all we wanna know is where the party at
  And I can bring ma GAT, if not I hope I dont get shot
  Better throw my vest on ma chest cause niggas is a mess
  It dont take nothin but frontin for me to start something
  Buggin and buckin at niggas like I was duck huntin
  Dumbin out just me and my crew
  Cause all we wanna do is 
  Ma niggas dont dance they just pull their pants and do the rockaway
  Lean Back 
  Lean Back 
  Lean Back 
  Lean Back 
  Say Ma niggas dont dance they just pull up their pants and do the rockaway
  Lean Back, Lean Back, Lean Back
  Hugs from the honeys, pound from the roughnecks, seen my men sayd that I knew from the
  Projects
  Said he had beef, asked me if I had ma piece
  Sure do two 22s in ma shoes
  Holla if u need me luv, Im in the house
  Roam and stroam, see what the honeys is about
  Moet poppin ho hoppin aint no stoppin big papa Im a bad boy
  Niggas wanna front who got ur back? Biggie
  Niggas wanna flex who got the GAT ? Biggie
  It aint hard to tell Im an eastcoast overdoser
  Nigga u scared ur supposed to
  Nigga I toast ya put fear in ur heart
  Fk up the party before it even start
  Is he drunk over henny and skunk
  Or some brand newbian shit beating down punks
  Bitches in the back looking righteous
  In a tight dress I think I might just
  Hit her wit a little Biggie one-on-one
  How to tote a GUN and have fun with Jamaican rum
  Conversation, blunts in rotation, ma men big Jock got the GLOCK in his waist and was smokin
  Drinking got the Hooker thinking
  If money smell bad then this nia biggies stinkin
  Is it ma charm I got the Hookers eating out ma palm
  She grabbed ma arm and said lets leave calm
  Im hitting skins again
  Rolled up another blunt, bought a heineken
  Nias start to Loc out, a kid got choked out
  Blows was thrown and a FKING fight broke out
  Cant we just all get along?
  So I can put hickeys on ya chest like lil Shawn
  Chorus