Nas - Let There Be Light Lyrics
(feat. Tre Williams)Yeah, Check Check, TestingIt's Clear Out There? YeahIt's Like I'm Hang Gliding Over The Hood, HaNever Worry (ohhh, No, No, No)[verse 1]Check, Let There Be LightNo Gang Banging In New York TonightJust Murals Of Biggie Smalls, Bigger Then LifeTurn Up The Kid Mic Cuz Ya'll Ain't Listening RightWhat's All This Talk That Nas Got Bought?I'd Rather Outline My Body In White ChalkAin't Nobody Been Where I Been, They At A Stand StillThis Is All Overseen By My Man Will[chorus: Tre Williams]As I Walk Through The Shadow Of DeathI Know That I Ain't Got Much Time LeftAnd They Don't Really Wanna See The Good In MeAin't Satisfied Until They See The Fool In Me(and I) I Know My Business, So My Sins Great(and I) I Thank The Hood For All The Love They Gave(and I) Forgive 'em All, They Did They Best To HateOh, Let There Be Light[verse 2]This Ain't The Glorified, Just Painting The Street PictureThere's No God In Sir Bibles, Just Blunt And SwitchesGillettes Cut Pain In KitchenNow Every Rapper Wanna Claim He Hang With Kenneth "supreme" GriffithIt's Like The Same Difference Cept When Niggaz Get ArraignedThey Don't Want The Same Sentence, Niggaz Get To SnitchinIf I Could Reverse The Monsters And Turn Forward The RazasAnd Bring Back The Niggaz Who Was LivestOld Hustlers, Reminscing On Better DaysThey Home, Doing Nothing, Might As Well Be In A CageHating On Young Brothers, One Foot In The GraveThey Used To Love Us Till We Found Our Own Way Thru The MazeNew York, Set Trippin And FlagginGot The West Coast Laughing, Now Esco's AskingWhat Happened? My Homegirl From Upper ManhattanShe Remembers The Quarters That's Latin, Alotta Rat-a-tat-tatting[chorus][verse 3]The Son Of The Audio Cassette Era, Tech WearerBullets And Begets, Binzbo's Speaker TerrorTill Man I Get Mine Till I'm Dead, So I Can Drive Sumpthin RedLike That Horse Standing On It's Hind LegsSince Arnold And Willis In They Bunk BedsI Wanted Bread Like Wonder, Not Manned-a-wanno Like The Parent Of LionelNas Is The Ghetto American IdolNo Matter What You Do You're Never Getting My TitleI Can't Sound Smart Cuz Ya'll'll Run AwayThey Say I Ain't Hungry No More And I Don't Talk About 'yeLike There's No Other Way For A Ex-hustlerCake Ya, The X-ray Splitter To Touch Ya, I Beg To DifferWhen You're Four Years Into The Game, We Can Have A ConversationEight Years In The Game, I Invite Ya On VacationTen Years In The Game, After I've Enjoyed My FameOnly Then I Let Ya Pick My Brain, Niggaz[bridge: Nas + (tre Williams)](and I) Right About Now (and I) (they Don't Really Know)(and I) (they Don't Really See) I Don't Even Deal With All That Garbage(no, No, No) We Getting Real Right, Ya Know?(and I) (though I Walk Through The Valley) That Is Tre Williams Ladies And Gentlemen(and I) (they Should Fear No) (and I) (no, No-oh)Focus On Good Things Man, Good Times, Heh-heh, Alright[chorus - 2x (with Alterations)]Oh Let It Be, Let It Be, YeahLet It Be, Let It Be
