900 Blame A *****

"Always gotta blame a god damn *************
900 blame a *************"
[Verse 1: Numskull]
How can I get blame for *************t
That a ************* really didn't even do
One ************* 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
*************'s get blamed for every thang
From robbin you house, to ho stroll's
And the tropicana *******
And if the sun turned black
("Yup a ************* did it Jim") OR
("get a nigger over so I blame it on him")
*************'s getttin (??) like the oldies
Played the ************* out, we only known for stealin cars and drinkin 40's
Or showin your whole ass crack on cops
They quick to do a ************* on the routine stop
Chopped rock's, in 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 *************t, cause they still gon blame a *************
[Chorus plays over REDNECK talking]
Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black niggers took
The battery outta my car last night
I did see it, but I know those were niggers
[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 *************t 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 ************* 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 ******* baggies
They had me searchin through my car, for what we have we here
A queer tryna frame a *************, but shame on a *************
That try to put the blame on a *************
[Chorus plays over REDNECK talking]
Uh, hello, this is 900 blame a nigger?
Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin back from
A Ku Klux Clan meetin, and I know a nigger 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 *************s have it
[Yukmouth]
One love, it's *************ed backed, and then I bust slugs
Roastin a mother*******, so busta always suffer
Blood in the ghetto, other *************s 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 ************* brains
I was the wrong ************* to frame
[REDNECK talking while Chorus plays]
Boy I wish I could get a job
But them damn niggers 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 *************s are gonna know where it's, hey...
[Yukmouth talking]
Wassup man, you all on my tape and *************t
Talkin that weak *************t, get the ************* up outta hear
[REDNECK]
Who are you, who are you!
You nigger's are tryna kill me!
[Yukmouth]
Get yo punk ass up outta here, *******wood mother*******
Jive ass turkey, that's right
I stole yo mother****** car
But aye, it's yo fault
Yo ass brought us from Africa, *************
Aye get yo ass up outta here, you *******wood mother******* [gunshots]
Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him
He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin all that *************t
Pointin the finger and *************t, I'm tired of y'all
Pointin the fingers at mother*******s mayne
Y'all done got O.J., Tyson, my potnah Tupac, Gov
Man ************* blamin me, I didn't do it, WHY, ************* that you did it