- The Game Start from Scratch II 歌詞
- The Game
- [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)
Thats 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, Id change hella shit
Wouldve never went to Hot97 with hella clips
Wouldnt have took Yayo spot even though he irrelevant
I couldve left them niggas alive, now Im 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 Im ridin' in his coupe with
Everybody an opp, shoot, I dont care who you hit
Shouldve 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 aint 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 rewindthe hands of time
I wouldve walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne
I wouldve told Big about the Rampart
If you aint from here, dont 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 wouldve have went there tipsy
And clapped when they gave it to Missy
It aint 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 aint talked to Hov again to this day
If I wasnt hard head I couldve been signed to the Roc
But Im 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 aint been ****in with me all this time, stay there
**** (You)
This rap shitll take your life, so some times you gotta ([? ])
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