you must be out of your fuckin’ mind lyrics – fat joe

(feat. apache, kool g. rap)

“you must be out your f*cking mind, man”
“i’m gonna kick your *ss” “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 *ss 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 *ssful
cause if it’s me you think you’re better than
you’ll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your *ss 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 *ss” “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*gg* 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*gg* 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 f*ggots
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 c*cked
so be a sport, another lesson drug
holding down the fort and a stupid-*ss n*gg* 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 *ss” “hey you, come here” [repeat 2x]

[fat joe]
sucker back up, a real motherf*cker’s on stage
i shoot the gift like a motherf*cking 12 guage
n*gg*s 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, suckers always get me bored
saying that they that and this
ayo they get me p*ssed, cause motherf*ckers ain’t jack sh*t
i’m here to represent the boogie down
making n*gg*s leave town before sundown
and if you don’t listen, g
i’ll stick a knife up your *ss like “american me”
i’m serving motherf*ckers like wimbleton
i shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
and n*gg*s 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 suckers like rugs and tiles
this is the bigger n*gg*r 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 *ss” “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]

/ fat joe lyrics