Don't Blame It On Me - B. Legit Featuring E-40

[E 40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to earl 
They can have all the armor but that calm doesn't harm 

Chorus One: E 40 

Double cross the game  and get yo' head to' off 
Disrespect the game  ya get yo' head to' off 
Your faulty bitches main? A getcha head to' off 
Fuck with my riches main? And getcha head to' off  beittch! 

[B Legit] 
I'm erog enous  most dog in this 
Dark brown like a clot, but now I'm saucy 
Hoes toss me they number like an alley-oop 
But I slam it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot 
Shoot, it's all mine in the nine sizzle 
Pistol still fizeal fine, direct hits make em retire 
I ain't no liar, I put it on my flow 
Niggaz fuck around, they get they head to' off 

[E-40] 
What's up? They disrespect us 
Them fools ain't tryin to fight no wars 
You talkin about bang bang 
That's the way this shit gonna go 
Just let your balls hang 
Don't think about just do it 
Cause when you think about it 
Before you know it, you blew it 
I ain't got shit to lose 
No mercy nigga, no sarges 
Get your rowdy boys 
Do it today not tomorrow 
Check your inventory 
Make sure you got enough ammo 
It's self-explanitory 
Don't let em blow out the candle, biotch! 

Chorus 

Chorus Two: E-40 

Think about it 'fore you pop that shit 
Cause if they find you witcha crew, they pack split 
Don't blame it on me (4X) 
(repeat all 2X) 

[E-40] 
You came up sixteen 
Interest is fast 
She'll still serve everybody 
for the cash