| Yo, just think if you could rewind time
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| And start your life all over again
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| What would you give and what would you keep?
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| You heard me, what would you keep?
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| Yo, yo, if I could go back, I wouldn’ta sold no crack
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| Wouldn’ta never put my hands around no gat
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| But you know Loon, bein' all hard-headed
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| And don’t listen, even if God said it
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| I didn’t have to stick with folks that sniff no coke
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| I didn’t have to fix the block when shit was broke
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| Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke
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| Now imagine if I went to school, went to class
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| 'Stead of bein' a young cat sent to blast
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| Sent to slash criminal’s necks in half
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| For playin' dumb when I come to collect my cash
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| And cuz of that cats will respect my past, I ain’t playin'
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| If I start from scratch I’d sign with Def Jam
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| Nah, fuck am I saying? |
| Puff’s the best man
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| Plus I’mma Bad Boy, I’m more like a bad man
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| Put mo' nigga’s in pits than Brad, man
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| Can’t dodge bullets? |
| Too bad, man
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| Shit, I’d a copped the five instead of the six
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| That way wouldn’t of crashed and killed my cousin
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| Keep quiet instead of having the industry buzzin'
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| Do a devil’s advocate style, don’t let 'em see you comin'
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| Use the revolver when bustin' and sluggin'
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| That way no evidence
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| But fuck it, got money to be tried, worse come to worse
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| Who God bless, no man curse, hatin' niggas, lay in the dirt
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| Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (What? What?)
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| Rewind time and still go back (It's time to eat)
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| What would you change in the way that you live today
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| And what would you leave right where it’s at?
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| If you could start your life from scratch (What? What?)
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| Rewind time and still go back (About to kill it)
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| What would you change in the way that you live today
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| And what would you leave right where it’s at?
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| Come on, come on
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| Yo, if I could start life from scratch, I wouldn’t change shit
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| Same gun, same clip, same dumb bitch
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| All Out, Harlem World, same old clique
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| Same old studio, same old shit
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| Shit don’t change just because a cop took six to the brain
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| Meeno got a lawyer, man I’m hip to the game
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| You could find a gun, but if my prints ain’t on that thing
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| What is you sayin'?
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| And on the same block that I get my Glocks from
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| You see the same cop that get popped with the shot gun
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| (Mysonne: Mysonne)
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| And at the same bodega I got my tops from
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| (Mysonne: Mysonne)
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| I give the same old money to the same cop’s bum
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| If I could start from scratch, I’d bring daddy back
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| And put five in the first cat that show mami crack
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| I sit back and listen to them drunks on the block
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| Tryin' to school me with jewels, tellin' me who to watch
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| I killed five people, I’d let survive
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| And the five I took away, I’d a left alive
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| If I could do all it again I’d bring Virg' back
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| Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that
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| I would have prefered that, I ain’t have to starve
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| Pitch crack, have to rob and catch a charge
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| And I’d do it all again if I had to
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| Pitch no-win to win, and I’d be glad to
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| And I’d hit every target I took aim at
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| But I’d still be a problem, you can’t change that
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| I’m a problem
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| Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh)
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| Rewind time and still go back (All Out)
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| What would you change in the way that you live today
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| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| (And Double Up)
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| If you could start your life from scratch (Bad Boy, Bad Boy)
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| Rewind time and still go back
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| (Yo, I really don’t know what’s goin' on)
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| What would you change in the way that you live today
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| (I'm tellin' ya, I really don’t know what’s goin' on)
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| And what would you leave right where it’s at?
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| Come on, come on
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| Yo, cuz half the cats that flip, we all was cool
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| And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school
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| I got a baby by a lady I don’t even love alot
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| Wish I wore three rubbers 'case the first rubber popped
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| But you can’t cry now, milk already spilt
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| I had eleven friends and ten already killed
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| Went down south and I ain’t feel the guilt
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| And I ain’t ready to war but that ain’t the way built
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| And for all the nights and all the fights
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| That I had for all this money over all these dice
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| All my cars and homes and all my ice
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| If I could do it all again, I’d do it all for Christ |
| Whoever thought the limelight or the super-stardom
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| Whoever thought there’d be a problem comin' through Harlem
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| Can’t even chill, cats wanna make me a villian
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| Cats that I grew up with I gotta contemplate killin'
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| Nobody love me, I’m my own mister, and on my own, mister
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| Mama did what she could but now I’m grown, mister
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| Though she told me once, wish she’d told me then
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| Though I’m the youngest, I’mma grow to be the oldest man
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| And cats thinkin' they gon' win cuz they veterans
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| Ain’t about age at this stage, man with the most cheddar win
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| How you live right? |
| Every day get in bigger sin
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| How you say no at the door screamin' «Let me in»?
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| From the outside it’s lookin' gooder than it ever been
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| To tell the truth, when I was broke it was better then
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| All Out, 33rd street
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| Yo, if you could start your life from scratch
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| Rewind time and still go back
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| What would you change in the way that you live today
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| And what would you leave right where it’s at?
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| If you could start your life from scratch
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| Rewind time and still go back
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| What would you change in the way that you live today
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| And what would you leave right where it’s at?
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| Come on, come on |