Luniz - 900 Blame A n***a lyrics

[Chorus: x4] "Always gotta blame a god damn n***a 900 blame a n***a" [Verse 1: Numskull] 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 possesion, 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 [Chorus plays over REDNECK talking] 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 [Numskull] 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 fourty-eight blocks [Verse 2: Yukmouth] I heard some sh** was goin down though It might be scanda-lous, 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 [Chorus plays over REDNECK talking] 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 [Yukmouth] 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 [Verse 3: Luniz] 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 [Yukmouth] 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 [REDNECK talking while Chorus plays] 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... [Yukmouth talking] Wa**up man, you all on my tape and sh** Talkin that weak sh**, get the f** up outta hear [REDNECK] Who are you, who are you! You n******g's are tryna k** me! [Yukmouth] 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 [gunshots] 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