Let There Be Light

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