The Game - Start From Scratch II lyrics
[The Game - Start From Scratch II lyrics]
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)
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)