Текст (слова) песни: Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted

 
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 have grown like a fungus to make Gs 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!) 
 
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...
 

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