But that's the whole tragic point, my friends

What, what would I do if I could suddenly feel

And to know once again that what I feel is real?

I could cry, I could smile, I might lay back for awhile

Tell me what, what would I do if I could feel you? I was young, I was survivin' the times

Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to shine

Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next

Wantin' bracelets, never had a rope on my neck

Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In Peace' Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us

If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to

Move your arm and your watch to another time on the block

'Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme

Tragedy he used to come through all the time I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define

He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine

That was my first crush, I bought my first mic

I wrote my first verse, I was about nine

I was about mine, fantasize house-buyin' Met Paul, he wore some big glasses

Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived

I was happy, just gettin' some answers

I ain't even know what a record advance was I'm seein' hoes *** in the studio bathroom

With rap dudes, thinkin' wow, she moved me

Same girl then, right now's a groupie

Back then she was like the star in the movie Large jewelry and expensive Gucci

Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me

Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie

Eric B man lookin' like touch it he shoot me You see, every time Ra didn't show

I get to record demos at attempts to blow

I wonder could they tell, how did they know

Sixteen years later, here I go What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do? I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal

G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill

But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted

Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted

Reef and Matty C offered me a little money

***, a little funny, feel a little laughter

Rebel of hip-hop comin' through a white rapper My boy MC Serch nevertheless

Took me to Columbia, back then CBS

Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man

Now buggin' 'cause the label had just dropped Def Jam Could you picture Russell needin' a check, man?

But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram

Life is ill, again life's a movie

Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees Before I sold records, no promotion

The rap world like, what's all this commotion?

Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting

20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do? Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh

But back to the matter at hand

'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five

Some cats didn't make it alive Dated some stars but respect their privacy

Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat

Held myself down, just steerin' the wheel

Here I am, completed my whole record deal What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do?

What, what, what would I do? What would I do if I could reach inside of me?

And to know how it feels to say, I like what I see