You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind Lyrics

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your a*s"
"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 f**king mind

I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your a*s they'll have to use your f**king dental records
So step up, come come, don't be bashful
I got a steel toe and you can get an a*sful

'Cause if it's me you think you're better than
You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing
Stuffy head, get your a*s 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 f**king mind

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm a kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm a kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang
From outta sang sang to make your motherf**king brains hang
Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs
Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I f**k her with a pistol

A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark
f**k the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your f**king 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, f**k, bitch who's the snitch?
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a f**king ditch

With motherf**king 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**king gun cocked

So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-a*s nigga got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine
Yeah, you must be out of your f**king mind

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm a kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm a kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

s*cker back up, a real motherf**ker's on stage
I shoot the gift like a motherf**king 12 gauge
Niggas know I'm versatile
No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style

Hanging motherf**kers 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**kers 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 a*s like "American me"

I'm serving motherf**kers like Wimbledon
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And niggas always get me vexed
I'm tired of motherf**kers 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**king mind!

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm a kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your f**king mind, man"
"I'm a kick your a*s"
"Hey you, come here"

Yeah, now you motherf**kers know the flav, East Coast style
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your f**king mind