You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin` Mind Lyrics

You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin` Mind lyrics

featuring Apache Kool G. Rap

"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)