Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From Scratch, artist - Mase. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
From Scratch |
| Yo, just think if you could rewind time |
| And start your life all over again |
| What would you give and what would you keep? |
| You heard me, what would you keep? |
| Yo, yo, if I could go back, I wouldn’ta sold no crack |
| Wouldn’ta never put my hands around no gat |
| But you know Loon, bein' all hard-headed |
| And don’t listen, even if God said it |
| I didn’t have to stick with folks that sniff no coke |
| I didn’t have to fix the block when shit was broke |
| Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke |
| Now imagine if I went to school, went to class |
| 'Stead of bein' a young cat sent to blast |
| Sent to slash criminal’s necks in half |
| For playin' dumb when I come to collect my cash |
| And cuz of that cats will respect my past, I ain’t playin' |
| If I start from scratch I’d sign with Def Jam |
| Nah, fuck am I saying? |
| Puff’s the best man |
| Plus I’mma Bad Boy, I’m more like a bad man |
| Put mo' nigga’s in pits than Brad, man |
| Can’t dodge bullets? |
| Too bad, man |
| Shit, I’d a copped the five instead of the six |
| That way wouldn’t of crashed and killed my cousin |
| Keep quiet instead of having the industry buzzin' |
| Do a devil’s advocate style, don’t let 'em see you comin' |
| Use the revolver when bustin' and sluggin' |
| That way no evidence |
| But fuck it, got money to be tried, worse come to worse |
| Who God bless, no man curse, hatin' niggas, lay in the dirt |
| Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (What? What?) |
| Rewind time and still go back (It's time to eat) |
| What would you change in the way that you live today |
| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| If you could start your life from scratch (What? What?) |
| Rewind time and still go back (About to kill it) |
| What would you change in the way that you live today |
| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| Come on, come on |
| Yo, if I could start life from scratch, I wouldn’t change shit |
| Same gun, same clip, same dumb bitch |
| All Out, Harlem World, same old clique |
| Same old studio, same old shit |
| Shit don’t change just because a cop took six to the brain |
| Meeno got a lawyer, man I’m hip to the game |
| You could find a gun, but if my prints ain’t on that thing |
| What is you sayin'? |
| And on the same block that I get my Glocks from |
| You see the same cop that get popped with the shot gun |
| (Mysonne: Mysonne) |
| And at the same bodega I got my tops from |
| (Mysonne: Mysonne) |
| I give the same old money to the same cop’s bum |
| If I could start from scratch, I’d bring daddy back |
| And put five in the first cat that show mami crack |
| I sit back and listen to them drunks on the block |
| Tryin' to school me with jewels, tellin' me who to watch |
| I killed five people, I’d let survive |
| And the five I took away, I’d a left alive |
| If I could do all it again I’d bring Virg' back |
| Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that |
| I would have prefered that, I ain’t have to starve |
| Pitch crack, have to rob and catch a charge |
| And I’d do it all again if I had to |
| Pitch no-win to win, and I’d be glad to |
| And I’d hit every target I took aim at |
| But I’d still be a problem, you can’t change that |
| I’m a problem |
| Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh) |
| Rewind time and still go back (All Out) |
| What would you change in the way that you live today |
| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| (And Double Up) |
| If you could start your life from scratch (Bad Boy, Bad Boy) |
| Rewind time and still go back |
| (Yo, I really don’t know what’s goin' on) |
| What would you change in the way that you live today |
| (I'm tellin' ya, I really don’t know what’s goin' on) |
| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| Come on, come on |
| Yo, cuz half the cats that flip, we all was cool |
| And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school |
| I got a baby by a lady I don’t even love alot |
| Wish I wore three rubbers 'case the first rubber popped |
| But you can’t cry now, milk already spilt |
| I had eleven friends and ten already killed |
| Went down south and I ain’t feel the guilt |
| And I ain’t ready to war but that ain’t the way built |
| And for all the nights and all the fights |
| That I had for all this money over all these dice |
| All my cars and homes and all my ice |
| If I could do it all again, I’d do it all for Christ |
| Whoever thought the limelight or the super-stardom |
| Whoever thought there’d be a problem comin' through Harlem |
| Can’t even chill, cats wanna make me a villian |
| Cats that I grew up with I gotta contemplate killin' |
| Nobody love me, I’m my own mister, and on my own, mister |
| Mama did what she could but now I’m grown, mister |
| Though she told me once, wish she’d told me then |
| Though I’m the youngest, I’mma grow to be the oldest man |
| And cats thinkin' they gon' win cuz they veterans |
| Ain’t about age at this stage, man with the most cheddar win |
| How you live right? |
| Every day get in bigger sin |
| How you say no at the door screamin' «Let me in»? |
| From the outside it’s lookin' gooder than it ever been |
| To tell the truth, when I was broke it was better then |
| All Out, 33rd street |
| Yo, if you could start your life from scratch |
| Rewind time and still go back |
| What would you change in the way that you live today |
| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| If you could start your life from scratch |
| Rewind time and still go back |
| What would you change in the way that you live today |
| And what would you leave right where it’s at? |
| Come on, come on |