Who's To Blame?
Baby girl you are to blame Don't you dare call out my name What the fuck you uttering? Why the fuck you stuttering? Don't you dare call out my name Baby girl you're running game I'm with Cuzzo switching lanes These evil streets I overcame Baby girl you are to blame Always hanging with some lames On my dresser, I keep no frames I switch my flow like highway lanes Cooked this beat, I spit the flame Watch your mouth, I have the aim I'm a problem in this game My pedigrees like Triple H I'm a beast you cannot tame Call me Mowgli with Wolves raised Judges said I misbehaved Sent me packing up, Upstate Xany bars, I'm such a slave Road to riches I must pave HipHop I will gladly save Free Max-B, I'm with the wave
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