900 Blame A Nigga

900 blame a nigga

900 blame a nigga

900 blame a nigga

900 blame a nigga

How can I get blame for shit

That a nigga really didn't even do

One nigga 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

Nigga'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 nigga did it Jim" or

"Get a nigger over so I blame it on him"

Nigga's gettin mad like the oldies

Played the fuck out, we only known for stealin' cars and drinkin' 40's

Or showin' your whole ass crack on cops

They quick to do a nigga on the routine stop

Chopped rock's, in a nigga possesion, a whole zip

Blame me cause I'm one of fo' grips

Now you can have mayo and a gang of triggers

Bet that ain't shit, cause they still gon' blame a nigga

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

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

I heard some shit 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 nigga 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 nigga, but shame on a nigga

That try to put the blame on a nigga

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

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 faggots have it

One love, it's cocked backed, and then I bust slugs

Roastin' a motherfucker, so busta always suffer

Blood in the ghetto, other niggas 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 nigga brains

I was the wrong nigga to frame

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 niggas are gonna know where it's, hey...

Wassup man, you all on my tape and shit

Talkin' that weak shit, get the fuck up outta hear

Who are you, who are you!

You nigger's are tryna kill me!

Get yo punk ass up outta here, peckerwood watchass motherfucker

Jive ass turkey, that's right

I stole yo motherfuckin' car

But aye, it's yo fault

Yo ass brought us from Africa, bitch

Ay, get yo ass up outta here, you peckerwood motherfucker

Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him

He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin' all that shit

Pointin the finger and shit, I'm tired of y'all

Pointin the fingers at motherfuckers mayne

Y'all done got O.J., Tyson, my potnah Tupac, Gov

Man, fuck blamin' me, I didn't do it, why, fuck that you did it