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But that's the tragic point, my friends
What, would I do if I could suddenly 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 'Rest In Peace'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Russell said I 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 'cause the label had just dropped Def Jam

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

Before I sold records, no
The rap like, what's all this commotion?
Went plat', mad bottles I'm
20/20 hindsight, but how did know then

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

Dated some stars but their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' in the driver's seat
Held myself down, just steerin' the
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 how it feels to say, I like what I see