Guru: The way it iz

(feat. Kai:Bee And Lil' Dap)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 mobstersI kill rappers on a reg 'cause it's my job toSeperate the real from the fakeSo I reveal the truth and break it down on a wax plateYour raps get bombardedAllow our ??? don't disregard itWanna be slick, chicks why you act so retarded?All you pseudo-tough guys end up dearly departedAs a young juvenille I startedLearnin' from some older dudesFrom the pimps to stick-up menAnd back then you had to know the rulesThe peer pressure it can get youKnocked and locked-upOr laid the fuck out upon a stretcher[Chorus]Peep the melodyBrooklyn is deeper than a felonyRaps are full of violenceWho wanna challenge'Cause Kai repWhatever Kai choose to kickA man's child from the NileLook at my style ain't it raw?But too mature to be labeled wildAin't nothing fake I createI don't tolerate staticMy brain'll cause drama like an automaticSo bang, I'm living large like a kingThe ???I'm drinking pure mathematicsWith the power ???I ??? my knowledge as a ???Plus I'm invisibleAnd I apply by using my third EyeStimulation and high off the lieAnd better yet, I'm a vetAs I manifest, wise words from my breathAnd my wisdom'll flow until my dyin' day of deathWith topics and subjects to every aspectI bless the mic with intellectDon't pay attention you'll get stuckYou're straight outta luck'Cause niggas been beamin' youAnd they schemin' for fast bucksWhile chickenheads be awe-struckBy the thugs with ill mugs who act bugged and don't give a fuckIt's systematic when flippin' dough like acrobaticsFiends and addicts gettin' served by green fanaticsIt's savage, Jake's more corrupt than we areIn the alley behind the barBringin' product from Panama and BogotaRulin' the game superiorThe crime biz: the way it is in AmericaI'm killin' rappers like I've gone madMy heat is righteousToo many brothers have gone badAt times I lay in my bed holdin' my head smokin' weedLike a dred drinkin' liquor for doughAskin' 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 chestFeelin' like I'm blessedLivin' life by the day, Monday through SundayInvolved in gunplay, it's like a warzoneThat's why I think with the chromeAnd hold my own, but never walkin' these streets aloneIt's like I'm walkin' on top of high heatWith no shoes on my feetWatchin' the flames get higher as the gun shots fire[Chorus]I'm supposed to give up guns 'til my probation is doneStill I'm waitin' for son to bring the three-eight long oneThey try to deny what's happenin' to usBut nowadays it pays to be strapped ready to bustLet's discuss what would you doIf you're confronted with jealousy you at least get a twenty-twoPlenty of us go through this syndromeIt's better to fight than die poor and aloneThe mob guys be gettin' loot for protectionThey live and die for their profession[Chorus]Yeah, we doin' it low budget environment styleIt's like walkin' through the ghetto when they feelin' is fineEverybody know the time, uh, East New York Style, uhYeah, East New York Style[Chorus]