(Chorus: 4x)
  "Always gotta blame a god damn nigga
  900 blame a nigga"
  
  (Verse 1 - Numskull)
  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 getttin (??) 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
  Bit that ain't shit, cause they still gon blame a nigga
  
  (Chorus plays over REDNECK talking)
  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
  
  (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 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
  
  (Chorus plays over REDNECK talking)
  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
  
  (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 faggots have it
  
  (Yukmouth)
  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
  
  (REDNECK talking while Chorus plays)
  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...
  
  (Yukmouth talking)
  Wassup man, you all on my tape and shit
  Talkin that weak shit, get the fuck up outta hear
  
  (REDNECK)
  Who are you, who are you!
  You nigger's are tryna kill me!
  
  (Yukmouth)
  Get yo punk ass up outta here, peckerwood 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
  Aye get yo ass up outta here, you peckerwood motherfucker {*gunshots*}
  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