Smif-N-Wessun ft. Buckshot - “Shinin… / Next Shit”
[Emcee(s): Tek and Steele]
[Producer(s): DJ Evil Dee and Mr. Walt]
[Sample 1 (Drums): Graham Central Station - “The Jam” (4:25)]
[Sample 2 (Hook/Riff): Roland Hanna Trio - “So You’ll Know My Name” (0:01)]
[Sample 3 (Hook/Riff): Weather Report - “Orange Lady” (0:00)]
[Sample 4 (Drums): Power of Zeus - “The Sorcerer of Isis (The Ritual of the Mole)” (0:16)]
[Hook/Additional Vocals: Buckshot]

[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]
“Blaka!” 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 redeye with an evil, scheming mind
Pulling off things 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-hands 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 1: Phone Call]

[Verse 2: Steele and 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 N Crime is going through this together
So, knowing we can’t avoid all snakes, we gon’ 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 emcees up, and I’ll crack emcees up
Pass the owl so I can twist these trees up
Boot Camp Clik sick, so tie your loose lips
Snooze while me and my crew do some next shit

[Interlude 2: Phone Call]

[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
Snooze as me and my crews move to the next level

[Interlude 3: Buckshot]
Yeah! One, two, three, one, two, three

[Hook: 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 n***a
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 n***a
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 n***a
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 n***a
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 n***a
Stoned is the way of the walk
In New York, shit is real
So stoned is the way of the walk