Fo ’Eva Blunted

[Verse One]
There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red
I'm forever blunted so I don't care
Word to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader
A follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no fuckin' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW
Playin' NINTENDO
Jackin' off, shit like that's not happenin'
Hands are clappin, toes are tappin', niggas is rappin'!
(Who the fuck are you?) Yo, I'm the Nine
Forever blunted, always hunted
In my prime
My skills grow like a fungus to make cheese in the Hundreds
As the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT
On the Ave, with my niggas, passin' C-notes
Guzzlin' 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols
I'm still BLUNTED, still hunted, still don't know what the fuck he wanted
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight
I ain't in the mood tonight
Forever stressin', make a nigga want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson...
(Redrum!) No question
That shit be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart
We ain't tin men, niggas got heart!
Like my nigga Noble and my nigga Troy
Strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls
WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND
WHAT'S THE PLAN?
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no matter their color
We're the next generation of rebels
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll wind up toothless
The wanted, forever blunted...[Banging on door, phone ringing]
(Damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? Niggas is bangin' on the door, fuckin'
Game is on, fuckin' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt
Now!)

[Verse Two]
Check the flav, don't misbehave
On my block, you'll get shot when you see the infrared dot
And hear the Glock pop, you'll drop like rain in mad pain
When a nigga got nothin' to lose, a nigga goes insane
Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN', some GAMBLIN'
As I see it, shit beats panhandlin':
A quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you that's why we murder
Ya either fight for your right or you're fucked like Bertha
It's SILLY, here comes the sequel:
You can get drunk as a skunk, but weed's illegal
I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a fuck what Uncle Sam say
Okay, let's parlay
Ease on down the project block and make some noise
Wake up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, IT'S ALL GOOD
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again
YOU KNOW THE MONKEY WRENCH
Fuckin' up a nigga's fun is always ILLIN'
Step the fuck off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN'
You don't live here anyway, take your ass back to Scarsdale
Before I hit you with this garbage pail
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now it's off my chest
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted
So I'm Fo 'Eva Blunted...