Start from Scratch II

歌詞

Yo son, if that nigga Prodigy was standin' in my face right now He'll say "Yo, dunn, you know I really fuck with you" That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the loud Playin' nothin' but Mobb Depp on this motherfuckin' And the first I ever had on The Documentary came from that nigga Havoc So I gotta thank (You) Looked out for a nigga, I owe you one If I could start from scratch, I'd change hella shit Would've never went to Hot97 with hella clips Wouldn't have took Yayo spot even though he irrelevant I could've left them niggas alive, now I'm stuck with they skeletons I defended Nas, Joe and 'Kiss, like fuck this group shit Murder was the case, so I was in New York on my Snoop shit Shouldn't have told this nigga I'm ridin' in his coupe with Everybody an opp, shoot, I don't care who you hit Should've married my baby momma Either one, probably save me from the drama Made where my kids stay hotter than a sauna Had me runnin' from my karma, sometimes a nigga gotta (Get away) Take some time off, clear my head, clear your thoughts If it weren't them lines crossed I hop up in a beamer with your girl, you ain't seen her 'Cause we headed to Jamaica on a (Getaway) If my opps listenin', fuck (You) Some times a nigga gotta (Get away) Middle finger in the air, fuck (You) If I get locked with the Glock Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Getaway) If I can rewind the hands of time I would've walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne I would've told BIG about the Rampart If you ain't from here, don't come here, you feel it in the air Just (Get away) stay dangerous And when I got the stainless, I aimed it Middle finger in the air, fuck (You) and your family, nigga Picture me sellin' my soul for a GRAMMY, nigga If I could start it all over, I would've have went there tipsy And clapped when they gave it to Missy It ain't no jealousy with (You) like that convo with Jay Maybe I misunderstood what he was tryna say I had to (Get away) and head back to LA Keep it real, I ain't talked to Hov' again to this day If I wasn't hardheaded, could've been signed to the Roc But I'm not, blown opportunity, too many shots I let it (Get away) If my opps listenin', fuck (You) Sometimes a nigga gotta (Get away) Middle finger in the air, fuck (You) If I get locked with the Glock Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Get away) You ain't been fuckin' with me all this time Stay there, fuck (You) This rap shit'll take your life So sometimes you gotta (Get away)