[Chorus: C-Murder]
  Don't blame me for the pain the world has caused
  Don't blame me for your own imperfectionate flaws
  If every individual were to accept his own blame
  I think the world would be a better change
  A better change
  
  Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
  And my thoughts seepin into your brain like cooked rocks
  It's like a thick I have on a nigga mind is ??? yall
  Sort of like ???????? of thugs
  To break off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites
  That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
  They say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated
  Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it
  Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU soldiers of the black folks
  See while yall gone, I'm a be a mouthpiece for the ghetto
  I feel like it's my duty, I be elected through spirit
  One of the chosen few soldiers from the infamous No Limit
  Records, a cooliation of highly respected ghetto millionares and servents
  Just some independant brothers that deserve it
  Now don't point your finger partner, just pratice what you preach
  Cause it really ain't my fault playa, so don't blame me
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Mr. Serv-On]
  Believe me
  If I had my wish I'd robbin every day nigga wake
  Cause if you let the world tell em my lyrics are the reason why
  Lil niggas took the pains they can't take
  Or the troubles he left behind
  Why I gotta be the vision
  I ain't even lookin at when your child choose music and he choose mine
  But if you was a better parent he wouldn't look up to my kind
  And time life taught me
  The last minutes of your life is like bail, you either make it or you don't
  You either goin love me or you won't
  But don't blame me when your child ain't got enough to eat
  And nigga I appreciate if you goin buy my CD's
  But yall ain't got a decent pair of shoes on his feet
  The streets taught me you gotta accept your blame and don't blame it on others
  I look at my mother and I watch her suffer
  But we beat the bad times in uptown
  And nobody gave a fuck, everybody came around
  We made it on our own
  And turned a fucked up life into a happy home
  
  [Chorus: C-Murder]
  
  [Mia X]
  Don't blame me because my skin tone's like God's own
  The oldest skeleton was chose to be an Africans born
  I'm from a strong race of people who can never be denied
  Every tear we cry's like rain water and so our sea dries
  Ghetto flowers shades of ebony in full bloom
  Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb
  They'd rather see us doomed, placin flowers on tombstones
  But BeBe's kids multiply while yall tryin to plum to save your own
  Label me wrong because I spit the raw real
  Yall feel all my verses, even if I curse it's straight through em
  Screw em, I takes my blame, you hypocrites make me sick
  Tryin to sabotage my arches, thoughts stay on some scandelous shit
  Get a grip on the way you truely live
  Entertainment can't raise your little kids
  Run your households
  You got to mold thier minds and tell them what to look out for
  Gangsta rap won't be a cop out no more
  
  [Chorus] - 2X