Rob Lewis - Fo 'Eva Blunted lyrics

[Verse One] There's d**h 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 f**in' money; All alone in his crib lookin' out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW Playin' NINTENDO Jackin' off, sh** like that's not happenin' Hands are clappin, toes are tappin', n***as is rappin'! (Who the f** are you?) Yo, I'm the Nine Forever blunted, always hunted In my prime My sk**s grow like a fungus to make cheese in the Hundreds As the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT On the Ave, with my n***as, pa**in' 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 f** he wanted Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullsh** stick in his grip tight I ain't in the mood tonight Forever stressin', make a n***a want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson... (Redrum!) No question That sh** be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart We ain't tin men, n***as got heart! Like my n***a Noble and my n***a Troy Strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls WHEN sh*t 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 f** was that, man? n***as is bangin' on the door, f**in' Game is on, f**in' 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 n***a got nothin' to lose, a n***a goes insane Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN', some GAMBLIN' As I see it, sh** 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 f**ed 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 f** 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 f**in' up a n***a's fun is always ILLIN' Step the f** off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN' You don't live here anyway, take your a** 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...