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There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red. |
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I'm forever blunted so I don't care. |
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Word to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader, |
| [00:31.93] |
a follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no ******' money; |
| [00:34.82] |
All alone in his crib lookin' out the WINDOW, while the WIND BLOW, |
| [00:39.14] |
playin' NINTENDO. |
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Jackin' off, ******t like that's not happenin', |
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hands are clappin, toes are tappin', ******s is rappin'! |
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(Who the ****** are you?) Yo, I'm the Nine. Forever blunted, always hunted, |
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in my prime. |
| [00:50.90] |
My skills have grown like a fungus to make Gs in the Hundreds, |
| [00:54.28] |
as the tongue gets WICKED, I KICK IT. |
| [00:56.34] |
On the Ave, with my ******s, passin' C-notes, |
| [00:59.16] |
guzzlin' 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols, |
| [01:03.38] |
I'm still BLUNTED, still hunted, still don't know what the ****** he wanted. |
| [01:06.81] |
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bull******t stick in his grip tight, |
| [01:10.39] |
I ain't in the mood tonight. |
| [01:12.04] |
Forever stressin', make a ****** want to pull his Smith-N-Wesson... |
| [01:15.01] |
(Redrum!) No question. |
| [01:17.36] |
That ******t be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart, |
| [01:20.41] |
we ain't tin men, ******s got heart! |
| [01:22.53] |
Like my ****** Noble and my ****** Troy, |
| [01:24.66] |
strong, real brothers with ****** get 9-1-1 calls. |
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WHEN ******T HITS THE FAN, THERE I STAND WITH MY BLUNT AND MY GLOCK IN MY HAND, |
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WHAT'S THE PLAN? |
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We bum ru******n' all snakes and devils no matter their color, |
| [01:36.10] |
we're the next generation of rebels. |
| [01:38.33] |
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll wind up toothless, |
| [01:41.77] |
the wanted, forever blunted... |
| [01:44.57] |
(Banging on door, phone ringing) |
| [01:45.91] |
(Damn, man, who the ****** was that, man? ******s is bangin' on the door, ******' |
| [01:50.55] |
game is on, ******' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt |
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now!) |
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Check the flav, don't mi******ehave. |
| [02:01.36] |
On my block, you'll get shot when you see the infrared dot, |
| [02:03.90] |
and hear the glock pop, you'll drop like rain in mad pain, |
| [02:06.98] |
when a ****** got nothin' to lose, a ****** goes insane. |
| [02:09.87] |
Mad heads on the ave SCRAMBLIN', some GAMBLIN', |
| [02:12.74] |
as I see it, ******t beats panhandlin': |
| [02:15.14] |
a quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you that's why we murder, |
| [02:18.22] |
ya either fight for your right or you're ****** like Bertha. |
| [02:20.88] |
It's SILLY, here comes the sequel: |
| [02:23.08] |
you can get drunk as a skunk, but ******'s illegal. |
| [02:25.92] |
I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a ****** what Uncle Sam say, |
| [02:29.82] |
okay, let's parlay. |
| [02:31.23] |
Ease on down the project block and make some noise, |
| [02:33.86] |
wake up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, IT'S ALL GOOD. |
| [02:36.50] |
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again, |
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YOU KNOW THE MONKEY WRENCH. |
| [02:41.94] |
******' up a ******'s fun is always ILLIN', |
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step the ****** off, Flat Foot, we CHILLIN'. |
| [02:46.84] |
You don't live here anyway, take your ass back to Scarsdale, |
| [02:50.43] |
before I hit you with this garbage pail. |
| [02:52.50] |
Mad stress... thank God for the buddha bless, now it's off my chest. |
| [02:57.32] |
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted, |
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so I'm Fo 'Eva Blunted... |
