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...