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

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, never had a on my neck
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain In Peace'

Even that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
Move your arm and watch to another time on the block
'Cause 40 Side 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 named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush, I my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was nine
I was about mine, fantasize

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

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

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

You see, every time Ra didn't
I get to record at attempts to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did they
years later, here I go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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