(feat. Tré Williams)\n\n[Verse 1:]\n...Let there be light \nNo gangbanging in New York tonight \nJust murals of Biggie Smalls bigger than life \nTurn up the kid mic because ya\'ll anit listening right \nWhat\'s all this talk that Nas got hawked? \nI\'d rather outline my body in white chalk \nAnit nobody been where I been they at standstill \nThis is all overseen by man Will \n\n[Hook:]\nAs I walk through the valley of shadow of death \nI know that I ain\'t got much time left \nAnd they don\'t really wanna see the good in me \nAin\'t satisfied until they see the fool in me \nAnd all my business all my sin is straight ?? \nandthank the hood for all the love they gaveForgive em all for all in this to hateohhh let their be light[Verse 2:]\nThis anit to glorify just painting a street picture \nThere\'s no goddess or bibles just blunts and swishers \nGillette\'s cut caine in the kitchen \nNow every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth \"Supreme\" Griffin \nIt\'s like the same difference except when nigga\'s get arraigned \nThey don\'t want the same sentence, nigga\'s get to snitching \nIf I could reverse the minds and turn falls to rises and bring back nigga\'s who livest \nOld hustlers reminiscing on better days they home \nDoing nothing might as well be in a cage \nHating on young brothers one foot in the grave \nThey used to loveus until we found our own way through the maze \nNew York set trippin and flagging west coast laughing \nNow Esco\'s asking, what happened ? \nMy home girl from Upper Manhattan she remembers the quarters thats latin \nA lot of rat-a-tat-tatting \n\n[Hook]\n\n[Verse 3:]\nThe son of the audio cassette era, techwearer \nBullets and burgettes Benz Bo speak a terror \nDemand I get mine till I\'m dead so I can drop something red \nLike that horse standing on its hind legs \nSince Arnold and Willis in there bunk beds \nI went and bread like wonder \nNot Ned the wineo like the parents of Lionel \nNas is the ghetto American idol \nNo matter what you do your never getting my title \nI can\'t sound smart because you\'ll run away \nThey say I ain\'t hungry no more and I don\'t talk about yay \nLike there\'s no other way for an ex hustler, cake getter, \nEx rich splitter to touch ya \nI beg to differ \nWhen your fours years in the game we can have a conversation \nEight years in the game I\'ll invite you on vacation \nTen years in the game \nAfter I\'ve enjoyed my fame, \nonly then I\'ll let you pick my brain \nNiggas\n\nRight about now,\nI don\'t have to deal with all that garbage\nWe getting real right you know\nThis isTr? Williams, Ladies&GentlemenFocus on good things man, good timesHeh heh, alright[Hook x2]\n\nOoo, let it be, let it be [fades] be, dead, hears, hip, hop, is, let, light, nas, see, seehearsthathing, tha, there, thing