900 Blame a n*gga lyrics

by

Luniz


(Chorus: 4x)
"Always trying to blame a god damn n*gga
900 blame a n*gga"

(Verse 1 - Numskull)
How can I get blamed for sh*t
That a n*gga really didn't even do
One n*gga 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 having no happy days like Potsy
n*gga's get blamed for every thang
From robbin you house, to ho stroll's
And the tropicana cocaine
And if the sun turned black
{"Yup a n*gga did it Jim"} OR
{"get him over here so I blame it on him"}
n*gga's getttin (??) like the oldies
Played the f*ck out, we only known for stealin cars and drinkin 40's
Or showin your whole ass crack on cops
They quick to do a n*gga on the routine stop
Chopped rock's, in a n*gga possesion, a whole zip
Blame me cause I'm one of fo' grips
Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers
But that ain't sh*t, cause they still going to blame a n*gga

(Chorus plays over REDNECK talking)
Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black n*ggers took
The battery outta my car last night
I didn't see it, but I know those n*ggers ways
(Numskull)
Driving down the block, and what did I see
A police man trying to 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*t was goin down though
It might be scanda-lous, on the down low
Plus I get around ho, like Shock and Mon'
Walking to the lot, forgot I got the gun
In the bushes, more mayo then the rest of the pushers
Tonight a n*gga 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 be 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*gga, but shame on a n*gga
That try to put the blame on a n*gga

(Chorus plays over REDNECK talking)
Uh, hello, this is 900 blame a n*gga?
Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin back from
A Ku Klux Clan meetin, and I know a n*gga did it
(Yukmouth)
Last night was the night before
Twenty-four robber's came knocking at my door
I ran out, they ran in, trying to blast for my cash
With 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 faggots have it

(Yukmouth)
One love, it's c*cked backed, and then I bust slugs
Roastin a motherf*cker, so busta always suffer
Blood in the ghetto, other n*ggas 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 the
OPD I was sellin' D, I caught a felony
As soon as I got out, had to pop out a n*gga brains
I was the wrong n*gga to frame
(REDNECK talking while Chorus plays)
Boy I wish I could get a job
But them damn n*ggers 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*ggas are gonna know where it's, hey...

(Yukmouth talking)
Wassup man, you all on my tape and sh*t
Talkin that weak sh*t, get the f*ck up outta hear

(REDNECK)
Who are you, who are you!
You n*gga's are tryna kill me!

(Yukmouth)
Get yo punk ass up outta here, peckerwood motherf*cker
Jive ass turkey, that's right
I stole yo motherf*ckin car
But aye, it's yo fault
Yo ass brought us from Africa, b*tch
Aye get yo ass up outta here, you peckerwood motherf*cker {*gunshots*}
Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him
He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin all that sh*t
Pointin the finger and sh*t, I'm tired of y'all
Pointin the fingers at motherf*ckers mayne
Y'all done got O.J., Tyson, my potnah 2Pac, Gov
Man f*ck blamin me, I didn't do it, WHY, f*ck that you did it
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