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But that's the whole tragic point, my
What, what would I do if I suddenly feel
And to know once again that what I feel is
I could cry, I could smile, I 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 rope on my
Unless I was holdin' chain 'Rest 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 arm and your watch to another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side where they say rhyme
he used to come through all the time

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

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

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

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

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

What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, would 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 to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't the contract we wanted
Clark Kent signed Das, he didn't want us

Russell I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a little
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 label had dropped Def Jam

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

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

What, what, what 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 years ago we all 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 myself down, just the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole record

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

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