4Ever 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 brothas, 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 brotha want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson...
(Redrum!) No question.