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 ******' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW,
playin' NINTENDO.
Jackin' off, ******t like that's not happenin',
hands are clappin, toes are tappin', ******s is rappin'!
(Who the ****** 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 ******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 ****** he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bull******t stick in his grip tight,
I ain't in the mood tonight.
Forever stressin', make a ****** want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson...
(Redrum!) No question.
That ******t be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart,
we ain't tin men, ******s got heart!
Like my ****** Noble and my ****** Troy,
strong, real brothers with ****** get 9-1-1 calls.
WHEN ******T HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND,
WHAT'S THE PLAN?
We bum ru******n' 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 ****** was that, man? ******s is bangin' on the door, ******'
game is on, ******' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt
now!)
Check the flav, don't mi******ehave.
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 ****** got nothin' to lose, a ****** goes insane.
Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN', some GAMBLIN',
as I see it, ******t 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 ****** like Bertha.
It's SILLY, here comes the sequel:
you can get drunk as a skunk, but ******'s illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a ****** 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.
******' up a ******'s fun is always ILLIN',
step the ****** 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...