Tragedy, he used to come through all the time
I’m talking 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-buying
Met Paul, he wore some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived
I was happy just getting some answers
I ain’t even know what a record advance was
I’m seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom
With rap dudes, thinking: “Wow, she moved me”
Same girl then right now’s a groupie
Back then she was like the star in a movie
Large jewellery and expensive Gucci
Next stop; Paid In Full posse recruits me
Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man looking 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