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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? SongtexteMe 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? Aus Songtexte Mania