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

though that 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 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 the word define
He had a sister Erin, for sure was fine
That was my first crush, I bought my mic
I wrote my first verse, I was nine
I was mine, fantasize house-buyin'

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

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

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

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

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

Russell I sounded 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 nevertheless
Took me to Columbia, back CBS
Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
Now 'cause the label had just dropped Def Jam

Could you picture Russell needin' a check,
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
is ill, again life's a movie
Then, the roster's Hill, Nas, and Fugees

Before I sold records, no
The rap world like, what's all commotion?
Went plat', mad I'm toasting
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, would 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 some but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's
Held myself down, steerin' the wheel
I am, completed my whole record deal

What, what, what 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 how it feels to say, I like what I see