Fo'eva Blunted chords and lyrics - NINE

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[Intro 1]
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[C]There's

[Verse 1]
death in the air,
my eyes are bloodshot red.
I'm forever blunted so [F]I don't care.
[G]Word to my nappy black hair,
it's the year of the leader,
A follower's a dummy,
he'll die alone with no [C]fuckin' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the window,
while the wind blow,
Playin' nin[G]tendo.
Jackin' off,
shit like that's not happenin',
Hands are clappin, toes are tappin',
nig[C]gas is rappin'!
(who the fuck are you? ) yo,
I'm the nine. forever blunted, always hunted,
In my [G]prime.
My skills have grown like a fungus
to make gs in the hundreds,
As the tongue gets [C]wicked, I kick it.
On the ave, with my niggas,
passin' c- notes,
Guzzlin' 40s wrapped in [F]brown [G]paper bags; loadin' up mags,
5- 0 patrols,
I'm still blunted, still hunted,
still don't know what the fuck [C]he wanted.
Jumped out the blue- and- white with that
bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I ain't in the [G]mood tonight.
Forever stressin', make a nigga want to pull
his smith- n- wesson...
(redrum!) no ques[C]tion.
That shit be makin' your screws loose
and like an old shopping cart,
We ain't tin men, niggas [G]got heart!
Like my nigga noble and my nigga troy,
Strong, real brothers with
balls get [C]9- 1- 1 calls.
When shit hits the fan,
there I stand with my blunt
and my glock in my hand,
What's the [G]plan?
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils
no matter their color,
We're the next generation [C]of rebels.
Hard- headed, undisciplined and ruthless,
you'll wind up toothless,
The wanted, [G]forever blunted...
[banging on door, phone ringing]

[Verse 2]
[G](damn, man, who
the fuck was that,
man? niggas is bangin' on the door,
[C]fuckin'
Game is on, fuckin' kid is [G]cryin. I'm [C]stressed,
man, [G]damn! I need a [C]blunt[G]
Now!)

[Verse 3]
Check the flav, don't misbehave. On [G]my block,
you'll get shot when
you see the infrared dot,
And hear the glock pop,
you'll drop like [C]rain in mad [G]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 [C]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 [G]illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway,
I don't give a fuck what uncle sam say,
Okay, let's [C]parlay.
Ease on down the project block
and make some noise,
Wake up the neighborhood pumpin' beats,
[G]it's all good.
Spark a blizz- nut, lamp on the project bench,
here comes 5- 0 again,
You know the [C]monkey wrench.
Fuckin' up a nigga's fun is always illin',
Step the fuck off, flat foot, [G]we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway,
take your ass back to scarsdale,
Before I hit you with this [C]garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless,
now it's off [G]my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again,
I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo 'eva blun[C]ted...

[Outro 1]
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