[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' 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. [Chorus x2: 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?. [Chorus x2]. [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 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. [Chorus x2]