Fo ’Eva Blunted Nine

[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!)