Luniz - 900 Blame a N***a lyrics

"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