Fat Joe, Apache, Kool G Rap - You Must Be Out of Your Fuckin' Mind lyrics

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey you
Come here"

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"

Chitty chitty bang bang
I'm coming like a chain gang
From outta Sing Sing 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, doc?"
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"

Sucker back up
A real motherfucker's on stage
I shoot the gift like
A motherfucking 12 gauge
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 Wimbledon
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And niggas always get me vexed
I'm sick and 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 nigga 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"

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)