Текст (слова) песни: Guru, Kai:Bee and Lil` Dap - The Way It Iz

Yeah (New York, New York)
Time to get up in that hit-ass (Brooklyn)
Uh, the rap savior (representin` kid)
Ill behavior (let`s break it down)

(Chorus)
This one is for the thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters
I kill rappers on a reg `cause it`s my job to
Seperate the real from the fake
So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate

Your raps get bombarded
Allow our ??? don`t disregard it
Wanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded?
All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departed
As a young juvenille I started
Learnin` from some older dudes
>From the pimps to stick-up men
And back then you had to know the rules
The peer pressure it can get you
Knocked and locked-up
Or laid the fuck out upon a stretcher

(Chorus)

Peep the melody
Brooklyn is deeper than a felony
Raps are full of violence
Who wanna challenge
`Cause Kai rep
Whatever Kai choose to kick
A man`s child from the Nile
Look at my style ain`t it raw?
But too mature to be labeled wild
Ain`t nothing fake I create
I don`t tolerate static
My brain`ll cause drama like an automatic
So bang, I`m living large like a king
The ???
I`m drinking pure mathematics
With the power ???
I ??? my knowledge as a ???
Plus I`m invisible
And I apply by using my third Eye
Stimulation and high off the lie
And better yet, I`m a vet
As I manifest, wise words from my breath
And my wisdom`ll flow until my dyin` day of death
With topics and subjects to every aspect
I bless the mic with intellect

Don`t pay attention you`ll get stuck
You`re straight outta luck
`Cause niggas been beamin` you
And they schemin` for fast bucks
While chickenheads be awe-struck
By the thugs with ill mugs who act bugged and don`t give a fuck
It`s systematic when flippin` dough like acrobatics
Fiends and addicts gettin` served by green fanatics
It`s savage, Jake`s more corrupt than we are
In the alley behind the bar
Bringin` product from Panama and Bogota
Rulin` the game superior
The crime biz: the way it is in America
I`m killin` rappers like I`ve gone mad
My heat is righteous
Too many brothers have gone bad

At times I lay in my bed holdin` my head smokin` weed
Like a dred drinkin` liquor for dough
Askin` myself one question (Yo, what`s that, huh?)
Why adolescents gotta get murdered to learn a lesson?
Stay on point with the joint in my ???
`Cause ain`t no tellin` us when slugs might touch my chest
Feelin` like I`m blessed
Livin` life by the day, Monday through Sunday
Involved in gunplay, it`s like a warzone
That`s why I think with the chrome
And hold my own, but never walkin` these streets alone
It`s like I`m walkin` on top of high heat
With no shoes on my feet
Watchin` the flames get higher as the gun shots fire

(Chorus)

I`m supposed to give up guns `til my probation is done
Still I`m waitin` for son to bring the three-eight long one
They try to deny what`s happenin` to us
But nowadays it pays to be strapped ready to bust
Let`s discuss what would you do
If you`re confronted with jealousy you at least get a twenty-two
Plenty of us go through this syndrome
It`s better to fight than die poor and alone
The mob guys be gettin` loot for protection
They live and die for their profession

(Chorus)

Yeah, we doin` it low budget environment style
It`s like walkin` through the ghetto when they feelin` is fine
Everybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uh
Yeah, East New York Style

(Chorus)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Guru, Kai:Bee and Lil` Dap - The Way It Iz Yeah (New York, New York) Time to get up in that hit-ass (Brooklyn) Uh, the rap savior (representin` kid) Ill behavior (let`s break it down) (Chorus) This one is for the thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters I kill rappers on a reg `cause it`s my job to Seperate the real from the fake So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate Your raps get bombarded Allow our ??? don`t disregard it Wanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded? All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departed As a young juvenille I started Learnin` from some older dudes >From the pimps to stick-up men And back then you had to know the rules The peer pressure it can get you Knocked and locked-up Or laid the fuck out upon a stretcher (Chorus) Peep the melody Brooklyn is deeper than a felony Raps are full of violence Who wanna challenge `Cause Kai rep Whatever Kai choose to kick A man`s child from the Nile Look at my style ain`t it raw? But too mature to be labeled wild Ain`t nothing fake I create I don`t tolerate static My brain`ll cause drama like an automatic So bang, I`m living large like a king The ??? I`m drinking pure mathematics With the power ??? I ??? my knowledge as a ??? Plus I`m invisible And I apply by using my third Eye Stimulation and high off the lie And better yet, I`m a vet As I manifest, wise words from my breath And my wisdom`ll flow until my dyin` day of death With topics and subjects to every aspect I bless the mic with intellect Don`t pay attention you`ll get stuck You`re straight outta luck `Cause niggas been beamin` you And they schemin` for fast bucks While chickenheads be awe-struck By the thugs with ill mugs who act bugged and don`t give a fuck It`s systematic when flippin` dough like acrobatics Fiends and addicts gettin` served by green fanatics It`s savage, Jake`s more corrupt than we are In the alley behind the bar Bringin` product from Panama and Bogota Rulin` the game superior The crime biz: the way it is in America I`m killin` rappers like I`ve gone mad My heat is righteous Too many brothers have gone bad At times I lay in my bed holdin` my head smokin` weed Like a dred drinkin` liquor for dough Askin` myself one question (Yo, what`s that, huh?) Why adolescents gotta get murdered to learn a lesson? Stay on point with the joint in my ??? `Cause ain`t no tellin` us when slugs might touch my chest Feelin` like I`m blessed Livin` life by the day, Monday through Sunday Involved in gunplay, it`s like a warzone That`s why I think with the chrome And hold my own, but never walkin` these streets alone It`s like I`m walkin` on top of high heat With no shoes on my feet Watchin` the flames get higher as the gun shots fire (Chorus) I`m supposed to give up guns `til my probation is done Still I`m waitin` for son to bring the three-eight long one They try to deny what`s happenin` to us But nowadays it pays to be strapped ready to bust Let`s discuss what would you do If you`re confronted with jealousy you at least get a twenty-two Plenty of us go through this syndrome It`s better to fight than die poor and alone The mob guys be gettin` loot for protection They live and die for their profession (Chorus) Yeah, we doin` it low budget environment style It`s like walkin` through the ghetto when they feelin` is fine Everybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uh Yeah, East New York Style (Chorus) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Way It Iz: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/7020.html Все тексты песен: Guru, Kai:Bee and Lil` Dap » Guru, Kai:Bee and Lil` Dap - The Way It Iz » Guru, Kai:Bee and Lil` Dap - Rhyme & Reason Soundtrack Рекомендуем скачать: » Хромов Юра - ТАЕЖНАЯ СКАЗКА » Хабарова Кира - Вышка » Хабарова Кира - Платье из бурды » Хабарова Кира - Я не такая » Хвостенко Алексей - Страшный суд » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Всё в огонь /песня царевны/ » Хабарова Кира - На том берегу » Художник - Радиошторм » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Глупые люди » Хромов Юра - БЕЛЫМ ОФИЦЕРАМ ПОСВЯЩАЕТСЯ » Хвостенко Алексей - Песня о независимости » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Так легко » Хвостенко Алексей - Симпозион » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Про лето » Хабарова Кира - На лоскутном одеяле » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - За мной » Хабарова Кира - Пиво » Хромов Юра - МЫ НЕ ПРОЩАЕМСЯ » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье
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