[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Yo, what up, son? Yeah, Happy New Year’s man, you too. Yeah, but it’s crazy cold out here right about now, man. Yea, I’m just chillin’ in the coupe, k’nawm sayin’? Windows up, drivin’ through the city, smokin’ an L for dolo. You know how we do. This shit I be thinkin’ about is crazy, son

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
What if Notorious was here, what if he was around?
Would all these n***as claim to be king, who would wear the crown?
Yo, what if ’Pac was still thuggin,’ what if he was alive?
Would all these n***as still be screamin’ out “Ride or Die”?
What if Milli Vanilli’s record never skipped on stage?
They’d be the illest con n***as in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti, what if New York without Giuliani?
What if Mike Tyson fought Ali in his prime?
What if Will Smith got gangsta, and start cursin’ in rhymes?
What if Erick never met Parrish? Think they’d be makin’ dollas?
What if they neva made candy paint for Impalas?
My down south n***as’ll wil’ out (Word up)
My west coast n***as’ll wil’ out (Word up)
What if computers shut down for the Y2K?
What if N.W.A. never had Dre?
What if Eminem was black, would he have sold five mill’?
Or would he be 1 out of 5 million rappers with no deal?
What if you had to pay for air? A dollar a breath
Half the hood would fuckin’ pass out and choke to death
What if hip hop was banned in 52 states?
They’d give you 5 years a piece for wreckin’ CD’s and tapes
What if the world stopped? No more time, fuck a watch
What if there’s no laws, no jails and no more cops?