Fat Joe You Must Be Out Of Your Fin` Mind Lyrics

You Must Be Out Of Your Fin` Mind Lyrics

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"

"I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 3x)



[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)