Fornever Album

Artist(s): Murs & 9th Wonder

Tracklist

Fornever

length: 3:38
vocal: Kurupt

The Lick

length: 3:45
vocal: Verbs

Asian Girl

length: 3:37
vocal: 9th Wonder

Let Me Talk

length: 4:22
vocal: Suga Free
You keep that light on in your window
Undo the locks and let me in
I've come seeking my salvation
Of one who's lost in search of it
Of one who's lost in search of it

Let me in and I will save you from the madness
Let me in and I will keep you from the storm
With every motion, every moment, that we've owned
I'll be here to break the fall

Keep that love light in your window
Till I'll get back home to you
Lift my heart and set my soul free
Tell me love is the only truth
Tell me love is the only truth

Let me in and I will save you from the madness
Let me in and I will keep you from the storm
There is an open book with stories to be told
I'll be here to tell them all

Let me in and we can fill our lives with magic
Let me in and we could keep with each other warm
With every motion, every moment, that we've hold
I'll be here to break the fall
I'm always here to break the fall

Cigarettes and Liquor

length: 4:16
[Chorus]
Crackers, beaners, gooks, n____s
What we all got in common? Ha!
Cigarettes and liquor
The cancer might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver
But we still keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Everybody's spendin' on
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Betta go get yo
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Everybody need they
Cigarettes and liquor

[Verse One]
I got twenty little soldiers lined up in a row
What you want one homie? Man, psst, here you go
Killin' myself, I might as well kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and take two
My hands and my breath smellin' like straight doo doo
A couple years from now I'm gonna sound like Guru
I don't know what to do
I really need to quit
Teeth so yellow they could b___er up some grits
I can't quit, it's the celebrity and fame
The stress and the strain from the whole rap game
Look, I know it's lame, but what's your excuse man?
Credit card, rent late, wife found a new man?
I understand
We all got our problems
You kill yourself slowly and you hope that'll solve 'em
It's in my genes man, my family tree
My mother smoke, my father smoke, a canidate for me
My little brother, he been smokin' since the fourth grade
Smoke a stress blunt, then he chase it with some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it might stunt your growth
But he's 6'4" and he's been doin' both
So smoke all you want
Go cigarette crazy
And cancer get your a__, don't go cryin' like a baby
Cause chemo, radiation man, it ain't no fun
You better get yo a__ the patch or some Nicorette gum

[Chorus]
Crackers, beaners, gooks, n____s
What we all got in common? Ha!
Cigarettes and liquor
The cancer might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver
But we still keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Everybody's spendin' on
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Betta go get yo
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Everybody need they
Cigarettes and liquor

[Verse Two]
Now have you ever been faded, intoxicated
Woke up at the crib and wondered how you made it?
Late to the job cause you so faded
You walk in at noon and try to masquerade it
Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' under the weather."
But your co-workers laughin' cause they all know better
You got a hangover
And s___ it ain't over
You're not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't sober
Weekend warrior
Should have ate your Wheaties
Sunday Night Fever gave your a__ the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or bubble guts
Stomach all doubled up
Head feelin' like you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut
You f___in' up
Get your s___ together
You can't keep doin' this bullshit forever
Runnin' to the bathroom every five minutes
Every time that you throw up, you claimin' that you finished
Then you swear you bout to quit
But as soon as Friday come
It's time to get lit
Tequilla shots, lemon drops, dancin' on the table tops
You know when you're really drunk?
When?
When you say you're not
"I ain't faded, why is everybody trippin'?"
Pulled your pee pee out on the dance floor and started p___in'
And you call yourself a grown man
You one step away from a twelve step program

[Chorus]

Crackers, beaners, gooks, n____s
What we all got in common? Ha!
Cigarettes and liquor
The cancer might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver
But we still keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Everybody's spendin' on
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Betta go get yo
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and liquor
Everybody need they
Cigarettes and liquor

Vikki Veil

length: 3:31

I Used to Luv Her (Again)

length: 6:16
writer: No I.D., Common
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
on the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York n____z, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
she was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Verse Two:

Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick
DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
We met up on the West coast, and that was cool
Cause I was on the street smokin' weed and didgin school
Picked up a bandana, she started doing things another way
She caught a lotta money in L.A.
Late 80s regonomics had the west coast ???
circumstances caused her to change her style
She said, afrocentricity, was good to have
but it wasn't representin' what was poppin on the a__
See, black people were still dancin' like it was all good
she had to put it down for the boys in the hood
And that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle s___
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her t__ties hung

Verse Three:

I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now she's common in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lockin g's ? extra skinny
And on some dumb s___, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin bottles with models and all the strippers
Now she's a baller tryin' to see who's the richest
Had it all up but ain't away from heartbreak ??
now she's too pretty to be diggin' in the crates
Stressin how well be it and rich she is
She was rich in spirit before she got into s_____z
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed, but so many n____z hit it
That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
They make a frame on her, they try to autotune her
But I'ma take her back hopin that the s___ stop
Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

The Problem Is...

length: 3:38
vocal: Sick Jacken
The problem is at the end of the day
No good things come our way
We need some kind of way
I'll hustle every day

Can you tell me what the problem is?
What the problem is
What the problem is
Wanna know what the problem is
Can you tell me what the problem is?

The problem is we all out for self
In a world that's consumed by greed and wealth
It's a dog-eat-dog and we cannibals for capital
The will to survive in an animal is natural
But the desire to rule
In the pursuit of pure power is the path of the fool
We chase crown till we laying face down
Our worldly possessions keep weighing us down
In rain clouds I move like a quiet storm
No shroud, stand proud, why should I conform?
Beyond the norm I exceed the hype
Beyond all the bullshit and the stereotypes
Throw this in your stereo, this is my life
When a day's so dark you would swear it was night
9th came with the beat to help me carry the light
So you can stand your ground whatever the fight
You work for yours like I work for mine
On some P. Rod ****, got a perfect grind
What's next from the West like I'm first in line
From the coast that's known for the surf and shine
Write rhymes like I'm trying to save the earth in time
Before my girl get big and give birth to mine
I encourage you to live, put the worst behind
Never worry about the past, it ain't worth your time

Let me start with what I know and let me put it in this flow
We got all the goods we need but got no money to grow
Hood got all the coke and weed but got no profit to show
Junkies got
Education at an all-time low, still catch an all-time high
Off the kush Dr. Greenthumb grow
I ain't preaching, I'm just giving you a real twenty-four
It's a cold world these streets don't feel anymore
There's no way you tell it
The people's government, the big time villains
Rob us blind, steal it, just the way it is
Take you for a gang of loot, twenty dollars got you, I ain't?
Now tell me why's that, they blame the lies in rap
But what about the medium bullshit? They disguising that
How we got access to ammo and any size of gat
But we can't get a decent school for us to knowledge at
It's called the block madness
They know they turn us into crime addicts
On the block chasing superficial status
Now do the mathematics, how many of us die in war
On the street or for all who sleep and score
The same cops you pay to protect and serve us
And the country turns it's back even though you fought for it in service
When it comes to my life it's never one problem
You never know about it till you

West Coast Cinderella

length: 3:52

Live From Roscoe's

length: 5:04
vocal: Kurupt