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But that's the tragic point, my friends
What, what would I do if I could suddenly
And to know once that what I feel is real?
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
for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NSX, I was I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh 'Rest In Peace'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Russell said I sounded G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a money
Shit, a funny, feel 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 Russell needin' a check, man?
But he smart, he plotted a plan for
Life is ill, again a movie
Then, the Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees

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

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

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

Dated some stars but respect privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the seat
myself 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?

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