Styles P - Who You Mad At? lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] + (Funk Flex) My n***as say murder I'mma murderer I ain't even gonna second guess that sh** L.O.X n***a (Funk Flex, L.O.X, Who You Mad At?) {Jahlil Beats, holla at me} [Styles P] d**h comes in threes, you know that it's three of us Money I ain't see enough, weight when im re-ing up (hahaha) I won't even kick it with a n***a 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 sh** will make a n***a eyes dilate (dilate) Cocaine and h**n spots throughout the tri state b**h a** n***a bet a bullet would make you gyrate (b**h) My homies ate whenever I ate (word) I'm the crooked n***a, never could I fly straight (never) Living hella proper, dinner in a helicopter (yep) Playing Big papa, chilling with the knickerbockers You talking business, you can talk to me You talking bullsh**, you could talk to him Back to talking to me, you want to put a hawk in em Food on the menu, he's done, put a fork in him [Hook: Styles P] + (Jadakiss) n***a, who you mad at, me or yourself? (Sixteen in the ratchet, tucked in the belt) n***a, who you mad at, me or yourself? (Be sure your woman got a job if you needed the help) n***a, who you mad at, me or yourself? (We're just dope boy, D boy, acquiring wealth) n***a, who you mad at? n***a, who you mad at? n***a, who you mad at? (Me or yourself?) [Sheek Louch] Ayo, my heart is broken, this ain't hip hop no more This vegetables, mastered the artichokin (hahaha) Your lame a** songs, I mastered the art of smoking (uh-huh) Used to take a train to get p**y in Hoboken Now I'm in that coup, we all on fire by ourselves But we could sell to God now with the group (LOX) Jim star razor, still got it locked in the streets If my album was on Koch or a major (got 'em) Rose, dutch in the dub Jeezy for a spin, I just k** the club You f**ing with the truth, I'm nice in a booth Thirty plus still I relate to the youth (gyeah) I stay +Coke Boy+ fresh like French n***as know LOX don't mention them (what) Wash machine, final spin, rinsing them Wash machine, final spin, rinsing them [Hook] [Jadakiss] Yeah, AH-HAAEEEH, uh.. When you become accustomed to winning, you know it's not luck (uh-uh) Google the word loyalty, L-O-X a pop up I done fell in love with a Columbian Now they got me running out of space to put the money in (haha) Where I'm from, n***a ain't eating he ain't hungry then (uh) You already know if they spitting I'm lungying 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 (no) If it ain't got a tax ID, it ain't legit If a n***as asks about me, tell him I'm on my sh** 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 (haha) Big hole, exit wound, shotguns, my side Same adrenaline rush you get when you skydive (whoo) I'mma roll something up ‘cause I wanna blow (uh) But before I go, dog, I just wanna know What! [Hook]