Artist: Royal Fam Album: Black Castle Song: Blame Us Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Dark Knight] Uh... uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, whoo [Hook: Dark Knight] You niggas need a foot in ya ass, yeah, for real though Cut, shot, stabbed, get stomped out by steel toe Bitch nigga, runnin' yo mouth, poppin' that shit Blame us, run up on you, rusting your shit, what? [Chorus: Sharecka] Ya'll wanna be like us, walk like us Talk like us, rip a tour like us Fuck a hoe like us, do a show like us Get the dough like us, try to shine like us [Timbo King] Yo, Royal Famous, cats hit the ghetto Dope like Wilson Ave. and Palmetto Catch me, ice on Timbs, banana yellow Coughing that purple glaze from Startell'o Street, to the point, my slang is unheard I come through, deep in the night, A-Alike, eating a like Cheers, drunk dick, fucked Britney Spears Been doing this since four scores and seven years Dirty mouth, down south nigga, switch gears Crybaby bitch tears, one flip can buy six years On investments, my breathe fresh mints, mints, mints Yo, a dime is chump change, ten pennies to me Only thing she can do, is just give me a G Let me find out, ya'll niggas scared of my Fam Scared of my voice, scared of my first week SoundScan More fire burns, smoke catch a higher learn I know alotta liars, let's buy our own firm Germs fifty cents, buck off the Bucky Dent's Street kings, gangsta shit, now who you gonna get? You good from far, but far from good Hip hop love a nigga, got it carved in wood Fuck a bodyguard, my body is already guarded It's the return of the block party, Jamaican walk Now they red talk straight yardy, yardy [Mikey Jarrett] Ya know me ready for them When me step here, and me hold a mic, and ride with dem Make a guy, know, said me nah smile wit dem When you walk through, take off ya Timberland If a shotta ina problem, me murder dem We had enuff, lean crossed, don't try it again If ya can't bust, by now ya nah gon' win If ya can't bust, by now ya nah gon' win You not gon' win, you not gon' win, you not gon' win [Dark Knight] Bitch nigga, runnin' yo mouth, poppin' that shit Blame us, run up on you, rusting your shit, what? [Sharecka] Yo, it's me they wanna be like, make my guns ending ya life Ya'll baby, like Pedialite Floss the best shit, even ya wife Mad cuz we ain't, eatin' alike, I take it like a thief in the night Go 'head, be the first one to get beat with a mic Smashed with a turntable, all labels, prepare to meet death in yo face It ain't my fault, niggas that you signed, ain't repping these days Whole promotion get 'em over, found out the hard way, it ain't his range rover Company owned, even his home, even his home Can't believe, he in the cold, snackin' on a buttered roll Bond is gold, in the wrong mind frame and soul Wishin' he could find a hole and crawl in it Got my hustle up, now, it's all business The way I rhyme, some cats might get offended Especially those that's off balanced Kill you first, come to the funeral shooting, yo, fuck silence R.I.P. to me, means Rest in Pussy I'mma be here for a while, whose next to push me? [Hook] [Chorus 3X] [Outro: Sharecka] I said ya'll wanna be like us!