Nine Fo'eva Blunted Lyrics

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 f___in' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW,
playin' NINTENDO.
Jackin' off, s___ like that's not happenin',
hands are clappin, toes are tappin', n____s is rappin'!
(Who the f___ are you?) Yo, I'm the Nine. Forever blunted, always hunted,
in my prime.
My skills have grown like a fungus to make Gs in the Hundreds,
as the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT.
On the Ave, with my n____s, 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 f___ 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 n____ want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson...
(Redrum!) No question.
That s___ be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart,
we ain't tin men, n____s got heart!
Like my n____ Noble and my n____ Troy,
strong, real brothers with b____ get 9-1-1 calls.
WHEN s___ HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND,
WHAT'S THE PLAN?
We b__ 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]
(d___, man, who the f___ was that, man? n____s is bangin' on the door, f___in'
game is on, f___in' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, d___! I need a blunt
now!)

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 n____ got nothin' to lose, a n____ goes insane.
Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN', some GAMBLIN',
as I see it, s___ 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 f___ed 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 f___ 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.
f___in' up a n____'s fun is always ILLIN',
step the f___ off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN'.
You don't live here anyway, take your a__ 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...