| Yeah, check check, testing
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| It’s clear out there, yeah
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| It’s like I’m hang glidin' over the hood, ha
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| Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
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| Check, let there be light
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| No gang bangin' in New York tonight
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| Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than life
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| Turn up the kid mic ‘cause ya’ll ain’t listenin' 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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| As I walk through the valley of 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 know my business, so my sins great
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| And 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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| This ain’t to glorify, just painting a street picture
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| There’s no guidance or Bibles, just blunts and swishers
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| Gillettes cut 'caine in kitchen
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| Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth «Supreme» McGriff, and
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| It’s like the same difference except when niggas get arraigned
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| They don’t want the same sentence, niggas get to snitchin
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| If I could reverse demises and turn falls to rises
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| And bring back the niggas who was livest
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| Old hustlers, reminiscing 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
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| Till we found our own way through the maze
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| New York, set trippin' and flaggin'
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| Got the West Coast laughin'
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| Now Esco’s askin', «What happened?»
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| My homegirl from upper Manhattan; |
| she remembers the quarters that’s Latin,
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| a lot of rat-a-tat-tattin'
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| As I walk through the valley of 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 know my business, so my sins great
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| And 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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| The son of the audio cassette era, TEC wearer
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| Bullets and baguettes, Benz Bose Speaker Terror
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| Deman I get mine till I’m dead, so I can drive somethin' 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
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| Not Ned the Wino like the parents 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, ‘cause y’all will 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 getter, the ex-wig splitter to touch you, I beg to differ
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| When you’re four years into the game
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| We can have a conversation
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| Eight years in the game, I invite you 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 you pick my brain, niggas
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| Right about now (They don’t really know)
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| (They don’t really see)
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| I don’t even deal with all that garbage
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| (No, no, no) We getting real right, you know?
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| (Though I walk through the valley)
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| That is Tre Williams, ladies and gentlemen
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| (They should fear no) (no, no-oh)
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| Focus on good things, man, good times, heh-heh, alright
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| As I walk through the valley of 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 know my business, so my sins great
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| And 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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| As I walk through the valley of 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 know my business, so my sins great
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| And 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 |