The LOX - Who You Mad At lyrics

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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 L.O.X 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, L.O.X 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