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But that's the whole point, my friends
What, what would I do if I could 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 I do if I could feel you?

I was young, I was survivin' the
Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to
Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holdin' chain 'Rest In Peace'

Even though night 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 time on the
'Cause 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme
he used to come through all the time

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

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

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

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

You see, time Ra didn't show
I get to record demos at to blow
I wonder could tell, how did they know
years 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 have the contract we wanted
Clark Kent just signed Das, he want us

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

My boy MC Serch
Took me to Columbia, then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the man
Now 'cause the label had just dropped Def Jam

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

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

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 to the matter at hand
ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some didn't make it alive

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

What, what, would 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 like I see