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luniz – 900 blame a nigga lyrics

(chorus: 4x)
“always trying to blame a god d-mn 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 -ss 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, h-llo, 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 f-ggots 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 d-mn 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)
w-ssup 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 k!ll me!

(yukmouth)
get yo punk -ss up outta here, p-ck-rwood motherf-cker
jive -ss turkey, that’s right
i stole yo motherf-ckin car
but aye, it’s yo fault
yo -ss brought us from africa, b-tch
aye get yo -ss up outta here, you p-ck-rwood 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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