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 sex 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   Shit, 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