"Start From Scratch II" lyrics

Get away
Yo, son. If that nigga Prodigy was standin' in my face right now
He'll say, "Yo, Don. You know I really fuck with you."
That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the loud
Playin' nothin' but Mobb Deep on this motherfuckin'
Get away
And the first beat 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
Get away

If I could start from scratch, I'd change hella shit
Would've never went to Hot97 with hella clips
You
Wouldn't have took Yayo spot, even though he irrelevant
I could've left them niggas alive. Now, I'm stuck with their skeletons
Get away
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
You
Shouldn't have told this nigga I'm ridin' in his coupe with
Everybody an opp. Shoot. I don't care who you hit
Get away
Should've married my baby momma
Either one. Probably save me from the drama (You)
Made where my kids stay hotter than the sauna
Had me runnin' from my karma
Sometimes a nigga gotta
Get away
Take some time off, clear my head, clear your thoughts
If and when them lines crossed
You
I hop up in a beamer with your girl. You ain't seen her
'Cause we headed to Jamaica on a get-away

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 get-away

If I could rewind the hands of time
I would've walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne
You
I would've told B.I.G. 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 aim it
Middle finger in the air. Fuck you and your family, nigga
Picture me sellin' my soul for a Grammy, nigga
Get away
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 L.A.
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