Shinin... / Next Shit

[Intro: Tek] Yeah, yeah Duck Down in the house like this We doing it like this On the Bob Marley blunted tip, you know what I'm saying? Ha Original crook style Like this, that old next shit [Verse 1: Tek] Blocka, that's my alarm clock, a shot Emptied out the clip of a hooded kid's Glock Out on a mission for the green with his team Twisting up buds, puffing on blunts I need Always red-eyed with an evil scheme in mind Pulling off stings with his partners in crime Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies Running up in spots with the calico and shotties Lounging on his strip with his Timbs and his meth His right-hand span on his side to the left Never leave the joint without packing the burner Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered It's no relaxing, just taxing Stoned is the way of the walk when you're Black, and Supporting habits is getting too hectic Gotta kick it with my son about some old next shit [Interlude] Ayo Yeah? Yo, what up, kid? What's the flavor, dun? Ayo, I'm out here with Mi— with Mighty, kid Ayo, you comin' through? Yeah, I'ma be there in about five, yo, give me five Yo, on the real, kid, I gotta kick it to you about some next shit, kid What's the, what's the deal, dun? Yo, I'll see you when you get out here, kid I'm sayin', aight, aight, I'ma see you Aight, easy (Easy) [Verse 2: Steele & Tek] Pressures be building in my mind sometimes In ways that have me counting the many reasons why crime pays I think about the hustling games Should I maintain or flip and just shift to the fast lane? We got a mob, but it takes dough to make bread Shit, we're working with cement trying to make bricks Time to make a call and get on the ball Can't front, G, 'cause we won't be ones to take a fall Heads recognize me, so they might supply me But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me But I and I keep eyes open for those who lie Scoping me, hoping we won't survive Whatever, we can do this for worse or for better Me and my partner in crime is going through this together So, knowing we can't avoid all snakes We gwaan do whatever we gotta do to set this shit straight [Verse 3: Tek] And that's word to my brethren madman Give the left hand in response, say hello to my Timberland Rack MCs up and I'll crack MCs up Pass the owl so I can twist these trees up Boot Camp Clik sick to tie your loose lips Snooze while me and my crew do some next shit [Interlude] Yeah, what's the flavor, fly? Yo, what up, kid? Yo, what's the deal, son? Chillin', just chillin', what's up? Ayo, you ready to get up with these heads, man? No doubt (Everything straight with that, yo?) Come on, dun, don't play me like that, partner [Verse 4: Steele] Big up original crooks from the side of the Earth Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth We represent the hearts of the criminalistic Flip, bitch, prepare to draw your biscuit Fucked up before? Shit, let's get with the now Is you down or is you just gon' lamp in the background? If so, let me know 'Cause I gotta keep a steady flow, step to my biz like so When I show individuals skills on the battlefield Any man fi test, see, we out to kill 'Cause each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp Duke, trip on this trail, get trampled Another villain this clan just banned, dead We take the band and wrap around the head Of an original dead boy down with the devil (Dead bwoy) Snooze as me and my crews move to the next level [Interlude: Buckshot] Yeah One, two, three, one, two, three [Chorus: Buckshot] Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, yeah Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, my nigga Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, my nigga Stoned is the way of the walk in New York Shit is real, so they pack steel Stoned is the way of the walk, my nigga Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, my nigga Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk, my nigga Stoned is the way of the walk In New York, shit is real So stoned is the way of the walk