Scott Storch - Start From Scratch lyrics

Aight, the f** are you lookin at self? You wanna piece of me? Ohh man, sh** The story of my life [The Game] If I could start from scratch, I wouldn't change sh** Same red bandana, same four-fifth Same G-wagon, same hoodrat b**h Workers in the kitchen cookin up my sh** Same telephone booth, same connect That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest Same bloody t-shirt, same address Same "Dogg Food" album bangin in my tape deck Homey if I can make '94 today I'd tell Eazy and Dre to bring back N.W.A I woulda told 'Pac not to stomp out Orlando Told Puffy and Big about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies, f** a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my n***a Tear Seem like we was just in Magic City yesterday If I could bring back my homeboy Charles, he would say [Hook - repeat 2X] If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain of the past If I had another chance, I would do just that I'd give anything just to go right back [The Game] Homey if I could rewind the hands of time I woulda cut off the PS2 at 12:49 n***a I'm a gangster, I stay on my grind Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot with my own 9 I was two beeps away from a flatline When you a Bad Boy n***as don't wanna see you Shyne Dre said it's my turn, he call it Game time 23 inch Lexani's, b**hes call 'em LeBrons I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind Bring Baby Loony back at the drop of a dime He let off a whole 'K, got shot one time That was a cool n***a, I wish he had nine lives My brother Jevon died cause he chased the cat It's a dog eat dog world, Jesus please holla back I got a confession to make, it's called payback If you don't wanna listen, show me where Pastor Ma$e at [Hook] [The Game] I woulda told Big Will they raid every Tuesday and Thursday When pigeons in your coupe, you gotta watch where your birds lay Woulda told V to stay sober When n***as "Beg for Mercy," that mean the beef is over Told Meeks take the Porsche back, drive the Rover Told Slim hit reverse on that hardtop Nova I woulda changed a couple of lines when I wrote "Soldier" So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder My life is like a Impala, ridin three-wheel motion I been front to back, side to side Level my six-four frame out, keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your enemies closer Picture this, The Source s**in Benzino's dick Tryin to be the big fish in the pond, you know how them piranhas get You dead when that green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch, you couldn't change that [Hook]