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