K-POP Lyrics Song

NasLet 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

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

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