Paroles: Fat Joe. You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind.

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

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

"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's 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"

"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 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 bandanna 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"

"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 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"

"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