[Chorus: x4]
"Always gotta blame a god damn ^!$$%
900 blame a ^!$$%"


[Verse 1: Numskull]
How can I get blame for %#@!

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 cocaine
And if the sun turned black

("Yup a ^!$$% did it Jim") OR
("get a !@$@ over so I blame it on him")
^!$$%'s getttin (??) like the oldies

Played the $#&@ out, we only known for stealin cars and drinkin 40's
Or showin your whole $$# crack on cops
They quick to do a ^!$$% 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 %#@!, cause they still gon blame a ^!$$%

[Chorus plays over REDNECK talking]

Boy I tell ya Jim, one of those black !@$@s took
The battery outta my car last night
I did see it, but I know those were !@$@s


[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 %#@! 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 weed 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 !@$@?

Uh, my daughter's raped, and comin back from
A Ku Klux Clan meetin, and I know 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, 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 !@$)gots have it

[Yukmouth]
One love, it's @@#!ed backed, and then I bust slugs

Roastin a mother$#&@er, 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 !@$@s 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 %#@!
Talkin that weak %#@!, get the $#&@ up outta hear

[REDNECK]
Who are you, who are you!

You !@$@'s are tryna kill me!

[Yukmouth]
Get yo punk $$# up outta here, peckerwood mother$#&@er
Jive $$# turkey, that's right
I stole yo mother$#&@in car
But aye, it's yo fault

Yo $$# brought us from Africa, (*##$
Aye get yo $$# up outta here, you peckerwood mother$#&@er [gunshots]
Blast that fool man, blast that fool, get him, get him
He tryna run, blast that fool, yeah, talkin all that %#@!
Pointin the finger and %#@!, I'm tired of y'all
Pointin the fingers at mother$#&@ers 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