[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
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[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
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[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
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