[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!)

[Verse Two]

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...