Old Thang Back Pt. 2 Juelz Santana (Ft. Don Q)

[Hook 1: Juelz Santana]
Don Q, where you at?
What it do, these rap niggas is wack
I want that old thing back
Yeah, I want that old thing back

[Verse 1: Don Q]
You now see, my style mean, I ain't into you
Seeing murders, fucked up my child's dreams
Got caught sleeping, nigga, I ain't on a Xanny
Crack come in, like candy
Cold in New York, got Miami on the bench
Brandy, and her best friend, Tammy, tryna get me
Run through that money, treat that shit like a marathon
Quit it with the happy talk, treat my luggage like a carry-on
Hit the club with my carats on
Make these hoes wanna come along
You ain't gotta act, it's real if I have it on
You be shitting on them with that X53
We had it in the streets, pull up with this Keef
I switch a check on the piece, nigga, I never sleep
30,000 for the Louis, never take a receipt
I'm a real Bronx nigga, west side to be exact
We ain't at the party, bring the party to where we at
I'ma pull up to the scene, in the 'Rari, with the strap
Smoking in the car, with a Barbie in the back
No shit, before rap, it was sell chips
On that road shit, til a nigga homesick
Remember back, I was in the trap, with the stove lit
Sellin crack to a fiend, so I could get my shit