
Песня The Way It Iz в исполнении Guru and Lil Dap - слушать онлайн в хорошем качестве или скачать трек в Mp3 бесплатно на ПК или телефон.
The Way It Iz Lyrics[Intro: Guru (Kai:Bee)] 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) [Hook: Guru, Kai:Bee and Lil' Dap] This world is full of thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters I kill rappers on a reg cause it's my job to Separate the real from the fake So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate [Verse 1: Guru] Your raps get bombarded Allahu akbar, baby pal 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 juvenile 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 ya, knocked and locked-up Or laid the fuck out upon a stretcher [Hook] This world is full of thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters I kill rappers on a reg cause it's my job to Separate the real from the fake So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate [Verse 2: Kai:Bee] Peep the melody, Brooklyn is deeper than a felony Raps are full of violence, who wanna challenge? Cause Kai rap 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 nothin' fake I create, I don't tolerate static My brain'll cause drama like an automatic So bang, I'm livin' large like a king The addict, I'm kickin' pure mathematics With the power to rule, I give my knowledge as a tool Plus I'm invisible and I apply by usin' 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 [Verse 3: Guru] 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 awestruck 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 cream fanatics It's savage, Jakes 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 iz in America I'm killin' rappers like I've gone mad My heat is righteous, too many brothers have gone bad [Verse 4: Kai:Bee and Guru] At times I lay in my bed holdin' my head smokin' weed Like a dred drinkin' liquor for dough, fact of 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 Guess 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 Whenever walkin' these streets alone It's like I walk on top of high heat with no shoes on my feet Watchin' the flames get higher as the gun shots fire [Hook] This world is full of thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters I kill rappers on a reg cause it's my job to Separate the real from the fake So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate [Verse 5: Guru] 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 [Hook] This world is full of thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters I kill rappers on a reg cause it's my job to Separate the real from the fake So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate [Bridge: Lil' Dap] Yeah, we doin' it low budget environment style It's like walkin' through the ghetto when the feelin' is fine Everybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uh Yeah, East New York Style [Hook] This world is full of thugs, hustlers, big willie mobsters I kill rappers on a reg cause it's my job to Separate the real from the fake So I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plate2







