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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Mark Biondi
Mark Biondi
Drums
Paul Cho
Paul Cho
Keyboards
Tre Williams
Tre Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tre Williams
Tre Williams
Songwriter
DeVon Harris
DeVon Harris
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Paul Cho
Paul Cho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devo Springsteen
Devo Springsteen
Co-Producer
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Josh Newell
Josh Newell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jessie Gladstone
Jessie Gladstone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, check check, testing It's clear out there? Yeah It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood Never worry, no, no, oh, no Check, let there be light No gang banging in New York tonight Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger than 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 valley, 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 Gillette's cut pain in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim He hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith It's like the same difference 'cept when **** get arraigned They don't want the same sentence, **** get to snitchin' If I could reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas And bring back the **** who was livest Old hustlers, reminiscing 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 till 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, a lotta rat-a-tat-tatting As I walk through the valley, 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 Till man I get mine till 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 parents 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, the X-ray splitter 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 you on vacation Ten years in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame Only then I let ya pick my brain 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, focus on good things man, good times, alright As I walk through the valley 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 valley 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, yeah, yeah Let it be, let it be
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Paul Cho, Devon Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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