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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 what I feel is
I could cry, I smile, I might lay back for awhile
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 hopin' I'm
Wantin' bracelets, never had a rope on my
Unless I was holdin' chain 'Rest In Peace'

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

I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word
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 about mine, house-buyin'

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

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

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

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

What, what, would 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 tried to get us to to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the we wanted
Clark just signed Das, he didn't want us

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

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

Could you picture Russell needin' a check,
But he smart, he plotted a 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 this
Went plat', mad bottles I'm
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know

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

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But back to the matter at
'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be
Some didn't make it alive

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

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