Start from Scratch II

[Intro]

Yo son, if that nigga Prodigy was standin' in my face right now

He’ll say "You Don, you know I really **** with" (You)

That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the loud

Playin’ nothin' but Mobb Depp on this mother****in'

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

[Verse 1]

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 **** 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 with my [?] they hotter than a sauna

Had me runnin' from my karma, some times 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 (Get Away)

[Chorus]

If my opps listenin', **** (You)

Some times a nigga gotta (Get Away)

Middle finger in the air, **** (You)

If I get locked with the Glock

Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Get Away)

[Verse 2]

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, **** (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 hard head I could've been signed to the Roc

But I'm not, blown opportunity, too many shots, I let it (Get Away)

[Chorus]

If my opps listenin', **** (You)

Some times a nigga gotta (Get Away)

Middle finger in the air, **** (You)

If I get locked with the Glock

Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Get Away)

You ain't been ****in' with me all this time, stay there

**** (You)

This rap shit'll take your life, so some times you gotta ([?])