[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
  bitch 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!