Who You Mad At? The LOX

[Intro: Styles P] & (Funkmaster Flex)
My niggas say murder I'mma murderer
I ain't even gonna second guess that shit
L.O.X nigga (Funk Flex, L.O.X, Who You Mad At?)
{Jahlil Beats, holla at me}

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Death 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 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 (dilate)
Cocaine and heroin spots throughout the tri state
Bitch ass nigga bet a bullet would make you gyrate (bitch)
My homies ate whenever I ate (word)
I’m the crooked nigga, 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 bullshit, 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

[Chorus: Styles P] & (Jadakiss)
Nigga, who you mad at, me or yourself?
(Sixteen in the ratchet, tucked in 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?)