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

I was young, I was survivin' the
Waitin' for my moment, I was to shine
Little Ray had an NSX, I was I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, never had a on my neck
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In

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

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

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

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

Large and expensive Gucci
Next stop, Paid In posse recruits me
Knew were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
B man lookin' like touch it he shoot me

You see, every time Ra show
I get to record at attempts to blow
I wonder could tell, how did they know
Sixteen later, here I go

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

I'm with in the street, tryin' to get us a deal
G Rap to get us to sign to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty have the contract 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 little funny, a little laughter
Rebel of hip-hop 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 had just dropped Def Jam

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

Before I records, no promotion
The rap world like, all this commotion?
plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know

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

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

some stars but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's
myself down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole deal

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

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