Stoned Iz the Way

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' niggaz on or off the night
 So get on it right, cause we off the chain like bikes when they stoled
 And all of my niggaz 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
 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
 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?
 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
 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, niggaz 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
 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