Fat Joe Feat Apache Kool G Rap You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin` Mind Lyrics

You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin` Mind Lyrics

Fat Joe feat. Apache, Kool G. Rap

 

 You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind

 

 [Apache]

 Aw shit, it's time to get (Dum dum!)

 If you took what you got, lick a shot (Pump pump!)

 When the dough is low, we go (Stick up, stick up!)

 You get knocked on the block, we say (Big up, big up!)

 Check the misfit, time to rip shit

 Time to get with the nitwit lyrical lunatic

 In the street I stay strong cause I'm armed

 With a nine, what up nig? You must be out of your fucking mind

 I'm much more than you expect, kid

 To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records

 So step up, come come, don't be bashful

 I got a steel toe and you can get an assful

 Cause if it's me you think you're better than

 You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your ass with
medicine

 You can feel, shit is real, my mind can set me free

 So I can continue my MC killing spree

 The police, they try to keep me in the clink, yo

 I got 'em ducking and bucking, so I don't think so

 I bust your whole shit if you're not kind

 Stomping comp? You must be out of your FUCKING mind!

 

 	"You must be out your fucking mind, man"

 		"I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here"  (Repeat 2x)

 

 [Kool G. Rap]

 Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang

 >From outta Sang Sang to make your motherfucking brains hang

 Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs

 Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I fuck her with a pistol

 A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark

 Fuck the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your fucking heart, so be smart

 Cut all that bullshit and clown, I'll be the only nigga laying down

 When everybody else is sitting

 So who's the next man to hit? I slip in a banana clip

 And I hit, come and get your bandana split

 Shit, fuck, bitch who's the snitch?

 You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fucking ditch

 With motherfucking maggots with the rest of them faggots

 Cause your license to kill was from Tagget's

 I warned a brother of another brother's glock

 And I said "What's up, duck?" And I had my motherfucking gun cocked

 So be a sport, another lesson drug

 Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass nigga got caught

 So he made prime time cause I had the nine

 Yeah, you must be out of your FUCKING mind!

 

 	"You must be out your fucking mind, man"

 		"I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here"  (Repeat 2x)

 

 [Fat Joe]

 Sucker back up, a real motherfucker's on stage

 I shoot the gift like a motherfucking 12 guage

 Niggas know I'm versatile

 No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style

 Hanging motherfuckers with a mic cord

 I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored

 Saying that they that and this

 Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherfuckers ain't jack shit

 I'm here to represent the Boogie Down

 Making niggas leave town before sundown

 And if you don't listen, G

 I'll stick a knife up your ass like "American Me"

 I'm serving motherfuckers like Wimbleton

 I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin

 And niggas always get me vexed

 I'm tired of motherfuckers trying to sound like Das Efx

 You'd better hold your own, child

 Cause I'm laying suckers like rugs and tiles

 This is the bigger nigger with the mad lines

 You step to me? You must be out of your FUCKING mind!

 

 "You must be out your fucking mind, man"

 "I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here"  (Repeat 2x)

 

 [Fat Joe]

 Yeah, now you motherfuckers know the flav, East Coast style

 Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache

 You step to us, you must be out of your FUCKING mind!

 (gunshots)