Blame Us Part 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Brooklyn] Been had that shit, (flowing all the time) Yeah, (home run shit), knock 'em out the park Yeah, (born ready for this shit), hah Pop shit, cock shit, (ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit) International... (catching niggas with a sharp one) Catchin' shit, poisonous darts, son, muthafucka, check it [Verse 1: Young Brooklyn] Straight from Brownsville, far from a brown stone Born in the projects, in neighborhood's king throne They had the ave's sown, before I was grown Crackheads buying nicks and tray's, they age blown Eating with a brass spoon, while others is silver Knowing that these mean streets, turn niggas to killas I can't stand hearing, the rats in my ceiling Seeing niggas four wheeling, from drug dealing And caps peeling, see, in these streets, everybody's a villain Born ready and willing, for the killing And start thе blood spilling, jack's spitting Hollow tips hitting, lethal weapons, slug injection Pass thе vest into flesh and, bones and arteries The rumors of harming me'll put you gone beyond where no one can see You harmless, plus you scar my shit, bitch, jump on my dick When the bomb get lit, cuz, niggas is soft Like fresh baked, I'm one of the best, on the best tape Got to take your breath away, guaranteed to separate The light from the heavy weight, I never infiltrate Always seem to regulate, from in to out of state Made moves that penetrate, forever paper chase What, keep it laced, hot shit to death, in your face... [Chorus: Timbo King] Yo, the streets, the clubs, the bitches, the thugs Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the riches, the slugs, the haters, the love Blame us, Royal Famous The streets, the clubs, the bitches, the thugs Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the riches, the slugs, the haters, the love Blame us, Royal Famous [Verse 2: Young Brooklyn] I'm back now, your best bet is to back down A thousand warriors are ready to act now So pass the word down, I let them feels how the gun clap sound Fucking with me and my town, my world, my clothes, my eye zones Stay three sixty, shine like chrome, others is known To get they domes blown, I got styles upon styles, visions beyond visions I cut sharp with precision, if foul's the only way niggas is living I'm taking more than what niggas is giving So fuck chilling, I'm ain't lamping til I'm living in a mansion Fuck commercial rap and the bitches in the back dancing My style enhances, making big moves like when the Earth shift Thinking back when we had nothing, now it's all worth it To pop off, and make a nigga blood splurt, kid [Chorus] Yo, the streets, the clubs, the bitches, the thugs Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the riches, the slugs, the haters, the love Blame us, Royal Famous The streets, the clubs, the bitches, the thugs Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the riches, the slugs, the haters, the love Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the streets, the clubs, the bitches, the thugs Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the riches, the slugs, the haters, the love Blame us, Royal Famous The streets, the clubs, the bitches, the thugs Blame us, Royal Famous Yo, the riches, the slugs, the haters, the love Blame us, Royal Famous [Outro: Dark Knight] Yeah, motherfucker... yeah, motherfucker Blame Us, Royal Fam, motherfucker Yeah, we did it, we did it for the 2G Yeah, motherfucker, it was us, motherfucker So when you see us? Yeah, blame us, motherfucker Royal Famous, D on, the type of shit that we be on For the year 2G's motherfucker, haha