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But that's the whole tragic point, my
What, what would I do if I could feel
And to know once again that what I feel is
I could cry, I could smile, I might lay back for
Tell me 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 hopin' I'm
Wantin' bracelets, never had a on my neck
Unless I was holdin' chain 'Rest In Peace'

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

I'm Juice Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister Erin, for sure was fine
That was my crush, I bought my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was about
I was about mine, fantasize

Met Paul, he wore some big
Him and took me where G Rap lived
I was happy, just gettin' answers
I even know what a record advance was

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

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

You see, every time Ra didn't
I get to record demos at attempts to
I could they 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 Akinyele in the street, to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Chill
But Fly Ty didn't the contract we wanted
Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dated some stars but respect their
mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat
Held down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, my whole record deal

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

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