Stoned Iz the Way

[Buckshot] Stoned is the way of the walk In New York, shit is real, number one, grime this meal Now I'm for real, my mind's designed to kill Like muthafuckas who behind them chills, and I'm still Settin' it off, lettin' it off, begin it Rough til my ending, leavin' in trust linen Little Buck, bad ass fuck, whatever now Got smart with the hustle, shot clever now Set 'em down, make way for the king Hailin' from New York, New York, the big city of schemes Man, I'm mean, it's so many rumors, cause I Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi That's why, y'all be lookin' like, y'all them Brooklyn Knights You know the type, gettin' niggas on or off the night So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled And all of my niggas like when it's cold Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other shit Now BDI means Buck Does It Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasn't this, the recovenent If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin' it Like Joe and the R, no film, but y'all can still get shot When you pose on your car, slow up pa You should get you dough up, pa So I can stick ya like a blow up doll, now grow up y'all [Hook 2X: Buckshot] Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day Stoned is the way ---- of the walk In New York, shit is real And everywhere you go, you know the deal [Buckshot] Now let me show you how the East Coast rock Better yet, how these toasts pop Keep frontin', and your magazine team don't need those props Only mag' I need is on machine gun tops, now take it back You said something? I said it back And next time it's a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back We the true Men in Black, cause we don't wear suits And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact It's still Timbs and Carhart jeans With my team in the dark art beam Man, you know how hard I scheme, to get cream To get this far and come off with a jar of steam That's y'all dream, shit, pardon me I got to make moves in the game, give a fuck about losin' the fame Better yet, losin' ya brain, the more or less, losin' ya name Cause you won't be losin' no pain, who movin' this mayne? [Hook 2X] [Buckshot] Caught up in the street life, everybody think it's a sweet life I mean, it's sweet, if you eatin' right But nine times out of ten, the mind tricks the body again The body go for the shotty to win The brain split, ain't shit, niggas talk alot But loose lips sink ships, and you about to drop And I don't mean no record, be double o, be double you We never know, he never knew, check it Boots and jeans, all hoops and dreams The ghetto model just to get out of the ruthless scene We call the hood, so it's all good, I hustled up state In the woods, with po' nine, put your face in the mud I had to grind, double time, get mine, listen to dudes That shine, movin' through them ruthless times [Hook 2X]