Fat Joe You Must Be Out Of Your F**kin` Mind Lyrics

You Must Be Out Of Your F**kin` Mind Lyrics

"You must be out your f**king 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 sh*t 
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 f**king mind 
I`m much more than you expect, kid 
To identify your as* they`ll have to use your f**king 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 as* with
medicine 
You can feel, sh*t 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 sh*t if you`re not kind 
Stomping comp? You must be out of your F**KING mind! 
 
 "You must be out your f**king 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 motherf**king brains hang 
Try to diss this, then you`ll enlist for the stiffs 
Snatch your bit*h up at Crystal and then I f**k her with a pistol 
A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark 
f**k the drug marks stomping me, I`ll play your f**king 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, f**k, bit*h who`s the snitch? 
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you`re laying in a f**king ditch 
With motherf**king 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 motherf**king 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 F**KING mind! 
 
 "You must be out your f**king mind, man" 
  "I`m a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here"  (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Fat Joe] 
Sucker back up, a real motherf**ker`s on stage 
I shoot the gift like a motherf**king 12 guage 
Niggas know I`m versatile 
No question I`m buckwild, I`m killing rappers executioner style 
Hanging motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers ain`t jack sh*t 
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 as* like "American Me" 
I`m serving motherf**kers like Wimbleton 
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin 
And niggas always get me vexed 
I`m tired of motherf**kers 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 F**KING mind! 
 
 "You must be out your f**king mind, man" 
  "I`m a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here"  (Repeat 2x) 
 
[Fat Joe] 
Yeah, now you motherf**kers know the flav, East Coast style 
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache 
You step to us, you must be out of your F**KING mind! 
(gunshots)