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But that's the whole tragic point, my
What, what I do if I could suddenly feel
And to know once again that I feel is real?
I could cry, I smile, I might lay back for awhile
me what, what would I do if I could feel you?

I was young, I was survivin' the
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 chain 'Rest In

though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners, on to
Move arm and your 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 talkin' Juice Crew, not what the define
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was
That was my first crush, I bought my mic
I wrote my verse, I was about nine
I was mine, fantasize house-buyin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could you picture Russell a check, man?
But he smart, he plotted a plan for
Life is ill, life's 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 then

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 at hand
ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats make it alive

Dated some stars but their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the seat
myself down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, completed my record deal

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

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