Yeah, check check, testing
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It´s clear out there? Yeah
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It´s like I´m hang gliding over the hood, ha
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Never worry (no, no, no, no)
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[Verse 1]
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Check, let there be light
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No gang banging in New York tonight
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Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger then life
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Turn up the kid mic cuz ya´ll ain´t listening right
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What´s all this talk that Nas got bought?
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I´d rather outline my body in white chalk
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Ain´t nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
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This is all overseen by my man Will
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[Chorus: Tre Williams]
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As I walk through the shadow of death
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I know that I ain´t got much time left
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And they don´t really wanna see the good in me
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Ain´t satisfied until they see the fool in me
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(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
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(And I) I thank the hood for all the love they gave
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(And I) Forgive ´em all, they did they best to hate
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Oh, let there be light
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[Verse 2]
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This ain´t the glorified, just painting the street picture
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There´s no God in sir Bibles, just blunt and switches
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Gillettes cut pain in kitchen
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Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith
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It´s like the same difference cept when niggaz get arraigned
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They don´t want the same sentence, niggaz get to snitchin
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If I could reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas
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And bring back the niggaz who was livest
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Old hustlers, reminscing on better days
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They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage
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Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
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They used to love us til we found our own way thru the maze
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New York, set trippin and flaggin
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Got the West Coast laughing, now Esco´s asking
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What happened? My homegirl from upper Manhattan
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She remembers the quarters that´s Latin, alotta rat-a-tat-tatting
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[Chorus: Tre Williams]
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As I walk through the shadow of death
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I know that I ain´t got much time left
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And they don´t really wanna see the good in me
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Ain´t satisfied until they see the fool in me
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(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
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(And I) I thank the hood for all the love they gave
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(And I) Forgive ´em all, they did they best to hate
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Oh, let there be light
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[Verse 3]
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The son of the audio cassette era, tech wearer
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Bullets and begets, Binzbo´s speaker terror
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Til´ man I get mine til I´m dead, so I can drive sumpthin red
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Like that horse standing on it´s hind legs
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Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds
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I wanted bread like Wonder, not manned-a-wanno like the parent of Lionel
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Nas is the Ghetto American Idol
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No matter what you do you´re never getting my title
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I can´t sound smart cuz ya´ll´ll run away
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They say I ain´t hungry no more and I don´t talk about ´ye
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Like there´s no other way for a ex-hustler
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Cake ya, the x-ray splitter to touch ya, I beg to differ
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When you´re four years into the game, we can have a conversation
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Eight years in the game, I invite ya on vacation
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Ten years in the game, after I´ve enjoyed my fame
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Only then I let ya pick my brain, niggaz
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[Bridge: Nas + (Tre Williams)]
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(And I) Right about now (And I) (They don´t really know)
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(And I) (They don´t really see) I don´t even deal with all that garbage
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(No, no, no) We getting real right, ya know?
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(And I) (Though I walk through the valley) That is Tre Williams ladies and gentlemen
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(And I) (They should fear no) (And I) (no, no-oh)
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Focus on good things man, good times, Heh-heh, alright
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[Chorus - 2¡¿ (with alterations)]
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As I walk through the shadow of death
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I know that I ain´t got much time left
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And they don´t really wanna see the good in me
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Ain´t satisfied until they see the fool in me
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(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
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(And I) I thank the hood for all the love they gave
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(And I) Forgive ´em all, they did they best to hate
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Oh, let there be light
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Oh let it be, let it be, yeah
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Let it be, let it be
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Let There Be Light (Album Ver. - Explicit)
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