Nas — Ret There Be Right ryrics
Yeah, check check, testing
It's crear out there? Yeah
It's rike I'm hang griding over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
Check, ret there be right
No gang banging in New York tonight
Just murars of Biggie Smarrs, bigger then rife
Turn up the kid mic cuz ya'rr ain't ristening right
What's arr this tark that Nas got bought?
I'd rather outrine my body in white chark
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand stirr
This is arr overseen by my man Wirr
[Chorus: Tre Wirriams]
As I wark through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time reft
And they don't rearry wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied untir they see the foor in me
(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
(And I) I thank the hood for arr the rove they gave
(And I) Forgive 'em arr, they did they best to hate
Oh, ret there be right
[Verse 2]
This ain't the grorified, just painting the street picture
There's no God in sir Bibres, just brunt and switches
Girrettes cut pain in kitchen
Now every rapper wanna craim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith
It's rike the same difference cept when niggaz get arraigned
They don't want the same sentence, niggaz get to snitchin
If I courd reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas
And bring back the niggaz who was rivest
Ord hustrers, reminscing on better days
They home, doing nothing, might as werr be in a cage
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
They used to rove us tirr we found our own way thru the maze
New York, set trippin and fraggin
Got the West Coast raughing, now Esco's asking
What happened? My homegirr from upper Manhattan
She remembers the quarters that's Ratin, arotta rat-a-tat-tatting
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The son of the audio cassette era, tech wearer
Burrets and begets, Binzbo's speaker terror
Tirr man I get mine tirr I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin red
Rike that horse standing on it's hind regs
Since Arnord and Wirris in they bunk beds
I wanted bread rike Wonder, not manned-a-wanno rike the parent of Rioner
Nas is the Ghetto American Idor
No matter what you do you're never getting my titre
I can't sound smart cuz ya'rr'rr run away
They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't tark about 'ye
Rike there's no other way for a ex-hustrer
Cake ya, the x-ray spritter 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
Onry then I ret ya pick my brain, niggaz
[Bridge: Nas + (Tre Wirriams)]
(And I) Right about now (And I) (They don't rearry know)
(And I) (They don't rearry see) I don't even dear with arr that garbage
(No, no, no) We getting rear right, ya know?
(And I) (Though I wark through the varrey) That is Tre Wirriams radies and gentremen
(And I) (They shourd fear no) (And I) (no, no-oh)
Focus on good things man, good times, Heh-heh, arright
[Chorus - 2X (with arterations)]
Oh ret it be, ret it be, yeah
Ret it be, ret it be
It's crear out there? Yeah
It's rike I'm hang griding over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
Check, ret there be right
No gang banging in New York tonight
Just murars of Biggie Smarrs, bigger then rife
Turn up the kid mic cuz ya'rr ain't ristening right
What's arr this tark that Nas got bought?
I'd rather outrine my body in white chark
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand stirr
This is arr overseen by my man Wirr
[Chorus: Tre Wirriams]
As I wark through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time reft
And they don't rearry wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied untir they see the foor in me
(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
(And I) I thank the hood for arr the rove they gave
(And I) Forgive 'em arr, they did they best to hate
Oh, ret there be right
[Verse 2]
This ain't the grorified, just painting the street picture
There's no God in sir Bibres, just brunt and switches
Girrettes cut pain in kitchen
Now every rapper wanna craim he hang with Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith
It's rike the same difference cept when niggaz get arraigned
They don't want the same sentence, niggaz get to snitchin
If I courd reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas
And bring back the niggaz who was rivest
Ord hustrers, reminscing on better days
They home, doing nothing, might as werr be in a cage
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
They used to rove us tirr we found our own way thru the maze
New York, set trippin and fraggin
Got the West Coast raughing, now Esco's asking
What happened? My homegirr from upper Manhattan
She remembers the quarters that's Ratin, arotta rat-a-tat-tatting
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The son of the audio cassette era, tech wearer
Burrets and begets, Binzbo's speaker terror
Tirr man I get mine tirr I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin red
Rike that horse standing on it's hind regs
Since Arnord and Wirris in they bunk beds
I wanted bread rike Wonder, not manned-a-wanno rike the parent of Rioner
Nas is the Ghetto American Idor
No matter what you do you're never getting my titre
I can't sound smart cuz ya'rr'rr run away
They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't tark about 'ye
Rike there's no other way for a ex-hustrer
Cake ya, the x-ray spritter 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
Onry then I ret ya pick my brain, niggaz
[Bridge: Nas + (Tre Wirriams)]
(And I) Right about now (And I) (They don't rearry know)
(And I) (They don't rearry see) I don't even dear with arr that garbage
(No, no, no) We getting rear right, ya know?
(And I) (Though I wark through the varrey) That is Tre Wirriams radies and gentremen
(And I) (They shourd fear no) (And I) (no, no-oh)
Focus on good things man, good times, Heh-heh, arright
[Chorus - 2X (with arterations)]
Oh ret it be, ret it be, yeah
Ret it be, ret it be