Songtext Who you mad at Funkmaster Flex

Who you mad at

Death comes in threes, you know that it's three of us
Money I ain't see enough, wait when it be enough
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 hostile, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Big willy shit will make a nigga eyes dilate
Cocaine and Hevron spark throughout the tri state
Bitch ass nigga bet a bullet would make you G rated
My homies ate whenever I ate
I'm the crooked nigga, never could fly straight
Living hella proper, dinner in a helicopter
Korean big papa, chilling with the nigga'
You talking business you can talk to me
You talking bullshit you can talk to him
Back to talking to him, you wanna put a fork in it
Food on the menu, he's done, put a fork in him

Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Sixteen in the ratchet, talking the belt
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
Be sure your woman 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
This vegetables, nasty, artichoke
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 to God now, now with the groupies
Jim star razor, still got it locked in the streets
Like my album was on control, major
Rose, dutch in the ', jeezy for a spin, I just kill the club
You fucking with the truth, I'm nice in a booth
30+ still I relate to you, I stay coke boy fresh like French
Niggas know LOX don't mention them
Wash machine, final spin, rinsing them
Wash 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?
Be sure your woman 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?

When we become accustomed to winning, you know it's not love
We with the word loyalty, LOX will power 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 lounging
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 side
Same adrenaline rush you get when you skydive
I'm a 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?
Be sure your woman 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?