Текст песни Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted
Nine - Fo `Eva Blunted слова песни
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 bluntnow!)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...