Now buggin' 'cause the label had just dropped Def Jam
What, what, what would I do?
Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man
I was about mine, fantasize house-buyin'
Held myself down, just steerin' the wheel
I wrote my first verse, I was about nine
I was young, I was survivin' the times
Move your arm and your watch to another time on the block
With rap dudes, thinkin' wow, she moved me
Sixteen years later, here I go
My boy MC Serch nevertheless
Some cats didn't make it alive
Shit, a little funny, feel a little laughter
Reef and Matty C offered me a little money
Back then she was like the star in the movie
I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal
Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
What, what, what would I do?
Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to shine
Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted
Tell me what, what would I do if I could feel you?
What, what, what would I do?
Dated some stars but respect their privacy
You see, every time Ra didn't show
Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat
But back to the matter at hand
Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next
But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram
Could you picture Russell needin' a check, man?
Rebel of hip-hop comin' through a white rapper
Tragedy he used to come through all the time
I wonder could they tell, how did they know
Eric B man lookin' like touch it he shoot me
That was my first crush, I bought my first mic
Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In Peace'
I could cry, I could smile, I might lay back for awhile
What, what, what would I do?
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill
I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define
Wantin' bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
What, what, what would I do?
What would I do if I could reach inside of me?
Took me to Columbia, back then CBS
Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
What, what, what would I do?
Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me
What, what, what would I do?
The rap world like, what's all this commotion?
What, what, what would I do?
Same girl then, right now's a groupie
I'm seein' hoes sex in the studio bathroom
'Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme
I ain't even know what a record advance was
What, what, what would I do?
I was happy, just gettin' some answers
What, what, what would I do?
What, what, what would I do?
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then
I get to record demos at attempts to blow
Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
What, what, what would I do?
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine
Large jewelry and expensive Gucci
If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
And to know once again that what I feel is real?
Before I sold records, no promotion
Here I am, completed my whole record deal
'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Life is ill, again life's a movie
