Shock-G - 900 Blame a n***a lyrics

(Chorus: 4x) "Always trying to blame a god damn n***a 900 blame a n***a" (Verse 1 - Numskull) How can I get blamed 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 having 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 him over here 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 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**, cause they still going to blame a n***a (Chorus plays over REDNECK talking) Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black n******gs took The battery outta my car last night I didn't see it, but I know those n******gs 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** 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***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 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***a, but shame on a n***a That try to put the blame on a n***a (Chorus plays over REDNECK talking) Uh, hello, this is 900 blame a n***a? Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin back from A Ku Klux Clan meetin, and I know a n***a 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 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 (REDNECK talking while Chorus plays) 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... (Yukmouth talking) Wa**up man, you all on my tape and sh** Talkin that weak sh**, get the f** up outta hear (REDNECK) Who are you, who are you! You n***a's are tryna k** me! (Yukmouth) 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 {*gunshots*} 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 2Pac, Gov Man f** blamin me, I didn't do it, WHY, f** that you did it