"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a" How can I get blame for sh**
That a n***a really didn't even do
One n***a did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew
I feel like O.J., and Rodney
A little mayo, but still don't be havin'
No happy days like Potsy
n***a's get blamed for every thang
From robbin you house, to ho stroll's
And the Tropicana c**aine
And if the sun turned black
"Yup a n***a did it Jim" or
"Get a n******g over so I blame it on him"
n***a's getttin' like the oldies
Played the f** out, we only known for stealin' cars and drinkin' 40's
Or showin your whole a** crack on cops
They quick to do a n***a on the routine stop
Chopped rock's, in a n***a possession, a whole zip
Blame me cause I'm one of fo' grips
Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers
Bit that ain't sh**, cause they still gon blame a n***a "Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a" Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black n******gs took
The battery outta my car last night
I did see it, but I know those were n******gs Drivin' down the block, and what did I see
A police man tryna gaffle me
Threw down my rocks, so I wouldn't get caught
A high-speed chase for forty-eight blocks I heard some sh** was goin' down though
It might be scandalous, on the down low
Plus I get around ho, like Shock and Mon'
Walkin' to the lot, forgot I got the gun
In the bushes, more mayo then the rest of the pushers
Tonight a n***a might be readin' my Nike's like Bushwick
Chronic smoke like chimney, to lit a doobie
They knew me, let me in free cause I bee that Luni
Higher then the police sky waves off the blue
I partied two or three hours now I'm sideways in the sukra
To the hoopsta's, survival is the be-under
But I was in it, now five-oh's on my bumper
Ready to dump the forty outie, and weed baggies
They had me searchin' through my car, for what we have we here
A queer tryna frame a n***a, but shame on a n***a
That try to put the blame on a n***a "Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a" Uh, hello, this is 900 blame a n******g?
Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin' back from
A Ku Klux Clan meetin', and I know a n******g did it Last night was the night before
Twenty-four robber's came knocking at my door
I ran out, they ran in, tryna blast for my cash
Wit ski-masks on they're chin Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that they plot
Snitch to the cops, and swear that I chopped O's of cream
Who stole the cookie out the cookie jar!
That's what they mumble
Now knowin' about the power of numskull!
Now I done had it wit all that static
I'm thinkin' I should load my automatic
And let all these f*ggots have it One love, it's co*ked backed, and then I bust slugs
Roastin' a motherf**er, so busta always suffer
Blood in the ghetto, other n***as try to run up
Wit they gun, and get done from sun down to sun up, punk
Dead bodies in the trunk, they kept on tellin' me
Oh I was sellin' P.D. I was sellin D, I caught a felony
As soon as I got it, had to pop out a n***a brains
I was the wrong n***a to frame "Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a"
"Always gotta blame a god damn n***a
900 blame a n***a" Boy I wish I could get a job
But them damn n******gs take all the jobs nowadays
They got affirmative action stuff
I tell you that guy up in puff, he agreed to that stuff bad
Them, them n***as are gonna know where it's, hey Wa**up man, you all on my tape and sh**
Talkin' that weak sh**, get the f** up outta hear Who are you, who are you!
You n******g's are tryna k** me! Get yo punk a** up outta here, peckerwood motherf**er
Jive a** turkey, that's right
I stole yo motherf**in' car
But aye, it's yo fault
Yo a** brought us from Africa, b**h
Aye get yo a** up outta here, you peckerwood motherf**er
Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him
He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin' all that sh**
Pointin' the finger and sh**, I'm tired of y'all
Pointin' the fingers at motherf**ers mayne
Y'all done got O.J., Tyson, my potnah Tupac, Gov
Man f** blamin' me, I didn't do it, why, f** that you did it