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But that's the tragic point, my friends
What, what would I do if I could suddenly
And to know once again that what I feel is
I could cry, I could smile, I might lay back for
me what, what would I do if I could feel you?

I was young, I was the times
Waitin' for my moment, I was to shine
Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holdin' chain 'Rest In Peace'

though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came back and we on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
Move your arm and your watch to another on the block
'Cause this 40 where they say shorty rhyme
Tragedy he to come through all the time

I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the define
He had a sister Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush, I my first mic
I wrote my verse, I was about nine
I was about mine, house-buyin'

Met Paul, he wore some big
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap
I was happy, just some answers
I ain't know what a record advance was

I'm seein' sex in the studio bathroom
rap dudes, thinkin' wow, she moved me
Same girl then, right a groupie
then she was like the star in the movie

Large jewelry and Gucci
Next stop, Paid In Full recruits me
Knew were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man like touch it he shoot me

You see, every Ra didn't show
I get to record demos at to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did know
Sixteen years later, I go

What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?

I'm with in the street, tryin' to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the we wanted
Clark Kent just Das, he didn't want us

Russell I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C me a little money
Shit, a funny, feel a little laughter
of hip-hop comin' through a white rapper

My boy MC nevertheless
me to Columbia, back then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the man
Now buggin' 'cause the label had dropped Def Jam

Could you picture needin' a check, man?
But he smart, he plotted a for Polygram
Life is ill, life's a movie
Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and

Before I sold records, no
The rap world like, what's all this
Went plat', mad I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did they then

What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But back to the matter at
'Cause ten ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats didn't make it

Dated some stars but their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the seat
Held down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole deal

What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?

What would I do if I reach inside of me?
And to how it feels to say, I like what I see