You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin’ Mind – Fat Joe
“You must be out your f_cking mind, man”
“I’m gonna kick your ass” “Hey you, come here” (Repeat 3x)
[Apache]
Aw sh_t, 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_cking mind
I’m much more than you expect, kid
To identify your ass they’ll have to use your f_cking 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, 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_CKING mind!
“You must be out your f_cking 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_cking brains hang
Try to diss this, then you’ll enlist for the stiffs
Snatch your b_tch up at Crystal and then I f_ck her with a pistol
A n_gga with heart, walk through a park in the dark
F_ck the drug marks stomping me, I’ll play your f_cking heart, so be smart
Cut all that bullsh_t and clown, I’ll be the only n_gga 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
Sh_t, f_ck, b_tch who’s the snitch?
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you’re laying in a f_cking ditch
With motherf_cking 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_cking gun cocked
So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass n_gga got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine
Yeah, you must be out of your F_CKING mind!
“You must be out your f_cking mind, man”
“I’m a kick your ass” “Hey you, come here” (Repeat 2x)
[Fat Joe]
S_cker back up, a real motherf_cker’s on stage
I shoot the gift like a motherf_cking 12 guage
N_ggas know I’m versatile
No question I’m buckwild, I’m killing rappers executioner style
Hanging motherf_ckers with a mic cord
I’m a rap lord, s_ckers always get me bored
Saying that they that and this
Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherf_ckers ain’t jack sh_t
I’m here to represent the Boogie Down
Making n_ggas 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 motherf_ckers like Wimbleton
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And n_ggas always get me vexed
I’m tired of motherf_ckers trying to sound like Das Efx
You’d better hold your own, child
Cause I’m laying s_ckers like rugs and tiles
This is the bigger nigger with the mad lines
You step to me? You must be out of your F_CKING mind!
“You must be out your f_cking mind, man”
“I’m a kick your ass” “Hey you, come here” (Repeat 2x)
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, now you motherf_ckers know the flav, East Coast style
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your F_CKING mind!
(gunshots)
