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

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' chain 'Rest In Peace'

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

I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was
was my first crush, I bought my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was 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 even know what a record advance was

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

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

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

What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what 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 contract we
Clark Kent just Das, he didn't want us

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

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

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

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

What, what, what I do?
What, what, would 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 to be twenty-five
Some didn't make it alive

Dated stars but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' in the driver's seat
myself down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole record

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

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