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But that's the whole point, my friends
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 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 rope on my
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh 'Rest In Peace'

though 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 your to another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side where they say rhyme
Tragedy he used to come through all the

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

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

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

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

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

What, what, what I do?
What, what, what 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 to get us to sign to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we
Clark Kent just Das, he didn't want us

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

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

Could you picture Russell needin' a check,
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, again life's a
Then, the roster's Hill, Nas, and Fugees

I sold records, no promotion
The rap world like, what's all commotion?
plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did they then

What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would 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 make it alive

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

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 reach of me?
And to know how it feels to say, I like I see