(Intro)
Listen, you might learn some
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Jadakiss where you been, where y'all at
This rap is wack
I want that former thing back
I desire that erstwhile matter back

(Verse i – Jadakiss)
Some ni**equally tell a lot, some ni**as sell a lot
Some ni**as used to exist mad prissy, then cruel a lot
Albums still trash I don't care who the hell you got
Portraying the office of a G, we can tell you lot not
Distressing to carp y'all, I'm merely doing what a father do
Your product is horrible, you lot'll forever be a nerd
And your metaphors are improve off, never being heard
I came in grinding, Puff made me shining
Put em both together, a protege of the 90'due south
Grew up, put that bulls**t behind me
Started making ni**every bit demises untimely
Looking for me, come to the hood you can find me
Gucci chugalug right on the waist where the nine be
38 correct in the garbage, where the packs at
M1 right in the trunk, where the jacks at
Whoever is in arm length volition get backslapped
Cause I ain't playing with these rap cats
This is the flow yous tin't acquire
The dutch yous tin can't burn
Ni**a, I've got stripes you can't earn

(Chorus – Jadakiss)
Method Man, where you been where y'all at
These rap ni**equally is wack, I want that old thang back
Yes, I want that old thang back
Yep, I want that old thang back

(Verse 2 – Method Homo)
You lot got the Thou.E, the One thousand.Due east., the M.E., the M., One thousand., K.,
The M.Eastward.T.H.O.D. Man
Need a dopefiend track
Let me shoot up and lean back
With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my amuse
Most my team sling fissure
If I hit every corner with M packs
Might cause the human DC to relapse
I'm a Hip hop junkies, who needs rap?
MC'southward wack, Killerbees is back in the berth
Mind your beeswax
And f**k a style that yous got
We blow a cap at whatsoever Energizer bunny right where his battery at
Await, the bastard kid of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics
On every 1st and 15th brand sure you pay me homage
Might break a promise but never breaking the lawmaking
Got the floor rubber, coke in the pot, fiend at the stove
Meth, stone a W on my apparel
I'm a straight passenger, straight to the W with these hoes
I'yard direct fire, these motherf**kers is froze
Like a skinny supermodel that similar to powder her olfactory organ

(Chorus – Method Man)
Redman, where you been where you lot at
These rap nig**s is wack, I want that old thang dorsum
I want that old thang back
I want that onetime thang dorsum

(Verse 3 – Redman)
Dope boy, I'thousand like Rick James, I got that onetime thang
I got a gold concatenation, with gold frames
Doc doing the runnerman on Soul Train
With a chinese girl, the chicken go Lo Mein
Propane for the raw, I put her on the streets
My thoughts, the blue magic put on the beats
Game time, Doc rocket like Dominique
Direct vegetarian ni**a and ignore the beefiness
Yes, Kyrie keep the blow smoking
Slide in the guild, cool like the floor frozen
Cheque out the wild thang got a….loco
Big ass and high heels with the toes open
That's me, xc's MC
F**grand a Grammy awards, hugger-mugger is revenue enhancement free
Expect in the mirror I feel fantastic
The mirror said y'all are, you lot conceited bastard

(Chorus – Busta Rhymes)
Santana, where y'all been where you
These rap ni**equally is wack, I want that one-time thang back
I want that onetime thang dorsum
Tell em I want that onetime thang back

(Verse iv)
I came to bring the pain
Put ni**as to shame, simple and plain
They gon recollect my proper name
And information technology's all for respect not fame
Then don't play with me
You could requite em rope, they even so tin can't hang with me
Laissez passer the baton, they still tin't race with me
And so far ahead of these ni**as they still chasing me
I wouldn't be surprised if ni**as ghostwriters got ghostwriters
Cypher cease to amaze y'all
Labels used to intendance, fifty-fifty though they was raping me
Now it's 360 deals, modern mean solar day slavery
F**thou you lot pay me, I'm the one who calling
….or fame over fortune
The game done changed, the sound done changed
All these ni**as sound the same
The word loyalty don't fifty-fifty sound the same
Proficient thing I go along the pound, when it blindside it ever sound the same
I aim at the game, the real shall remain
Cervix full of water like I drowned my chain
Flier than a ni**a jumping out the plane
Higher than you ni**as, you can finally
Better than you ni**every bit that's without me saying
Treat the money similar the work, we don't count we weight it
Aim information technology, blaze information technology, flame information technology shower head, you don't want me spraying
Plenty with the mumble jumble
Santana back though, can I get a drum roll?
Whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto
Fiends notwithstanding say my work taste like gumbo
Yeah, bring that old thang back
I was told to whip it upward and bring the whole thang back
When I was….you was jumping rope
I was running out of bags, you was playing tag
While yous was hop scotching, I was drop shopping
At the dealer paying cash for them paper tags
While you was pop locking, I was Glock popping
Getting to the greenbacks, brown paper bags
Blowing money fast and it never terminal
Yep, they make it fast, barely make it back
Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay with that
All this garbage, time to throw away the trash