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Stoned is the way of the walk
In New York, *****t is real, number one, grime this meal
Now Im for real, my minds designed to kill
Like mutha*** **as who behind them chills, and Im still
Settin it off, lettin it off, begin it
Rough til my ending, leavin in trust linen
Little Buck, bad ass *****, 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, Im mean, its so many rumors, cause I
Stay fly, and do crimes, with alibi
Thats why, yall be lookin like, yall them Brooklyn Knights
You know the type, gettin *****z on or off the night
So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled
And all of my *****z like when its cold
Cause in the winter, I begin to, alotta other *****t
Now BDI means Buck Does It
Hennessey, you guzzle it, cause wasnt this, the recovenent
If it ever was, we covered it, we thuggin it
Like Joe and the R, no film, but yall 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 yall
Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
Stoned is the way - of the walk
In New York, ***** t is real
And everywhere you go, you know the deal
Now let me show you how the East Coast rock
Better yet, how these toasts pop
Keep frontin, and your magazine team dont 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 its a bomb, in your watch, when you send it back
We the true Men in Black, cause we dont wear suits
And ties, when we shoot you guys, in fact
Its 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
Thats yall dream, *****t, pardon me
I got to make moves in the game, give a ***** about losin the fame
Better yet, losin ya brain, the more or less, losin ya name
Cause you wont be losin no pain, who movin this mayne?
Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
Stoned is the way - of the walk
In New York, *****t is real
And everywhere you go, you know the deal
Caught up in the street life, everybody think its a sweet life
I mean, its 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, aint *****t, *****z talk alot
But loose lips sink *****ps , and you about to drop
And I dont 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 its 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 *****ne, movin through them ruthless times
Bidididididi-da-di-day, bidididididi-da-di-day
Stoned is the way - of the walk
In New York, *****t is real
And everywhere you go, you know the deal