The LOX
Текст песни Who You Mad At

Death comes in threes, you know that it's three of us
Money I ain't see enough, weight when I'm re-ing up
I won't even kick it with a nigga he ain't G enough
I let the Glock block you if you violate
Homie you a haza, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Big willy shit will make a nigga eyes dilate
Cocaine and Heroin spots throughout the tri state
Bitch ass nigga bet a bullet would make you gyrate
My homies ate whenever I ate
I'm a crooked nigga, never could I fly straight
Living hella proper, dinner in a helicopter
playin' big papa, chilling with the Knickerbockers
You talking business you can talk to me
You talking bullshit you can talk to him
Back to talking to me, you wanna put a hawk in him
Food on the menu, he's done, put a fork in him

Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Sixteen in the ratchet, tucked in the belt
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Shoulda went and got a job if you needed the help
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
We're just dope boy, D boy, acquiring wealth
Nigga, who you mad at?
Nigga, who you mad at?
Nigga, who you mad at?
Me or yourself?

My heart is broken, this ain't hip hop no more
These vegetables mastered the art of chockin
Your lame ass songs, I mastered the art of smoking
Used to take a train to get pussy in Hoboken
Now I'm in that coup, we all on fire by ourselves
But we could sell the Garden out with the group (Lox)
gemm star razor, still got it locked in the streets
if my album was on Koch or a major
Rose', dutch in the dog, Jeezy voice "man I just killed the club"
You fucking with the truth, I'm nice in a booth
30+ still I relate to youth
I stay coke boy fresh like French and them

Niggas know LOX don't mention them
Washing machine, final spin, rinsing them
Washing machine, final spin, rinsing them

Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Sixteen in the ratchet, talking the belt
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Shoulda went and got a job if you needed the help
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Im just a dope boy, D boy, acquiring wealth
Nigga, who you mad at?
Nigga, who you mad at?
Nigga, who you mad at?
Me or yourself?

When you've become accustomed to winning, you know it's not luck
Google the word loyalty, LOX will pop up
I done fell in love with a Columbian
Now they got me running on a space to put the money in
Where I'm from, nigga he ain't eating he ain't hungry, then
You already know if they spitting I'm lungeeing
For the record, if he ain't dead, it ain't a hit
If it's less than 1000 grams then it ain't a brick
If it ain't got a tax id it ain't legit
If a niggas asks about me, tell him I'm on my shit
Let's get it, walk ups, drive bys, head shots, high fives
I could do the time, I just need a cell with Wi-Fi
Big hole, exit wound, shotguns, my size
Same adrenaline rush you get when you skydive
I'mma roll something up 'cause I wanna blow
But before I go, dog, I just wanna know

Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Sixteen in the ratchet, talking the belt
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Shoulda went and got a job if you needed the help
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Im just a dope boy, D boy, acquiring wealth
Nigga, who you mad at?
Nigga, who you mad at?
Nigga, who you mad at?
Me or yourself?

Thanks to Ironman 78 for correcting these lyrics