Kool G Rap - You Must Be Out Of Your f**in' Mind lyrics

"You must be out your f**ing mind, man" "I'm gonna kick your a**" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 3x) [Apache] Aw sh**, 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** 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**ing mind I'm much more than you expect, kid To identify your a** they'll have to use your f**ing dental records So step up, come come, don't be bashful I got a steel toe and you can get an a**ful Cause if it's me you think you're better than You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your a** with medicine You can feel, sh** is real, my mind can set me free So I can continue my MC k**ing 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** if you're not kind Stomping comp? You must be out of your fu*kING mind! "You must be out your f**ing mind, man" "I'm a kick your a**" "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**ing brains hang Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs Snatch your b**h up at Crystal and then I f** her with a pistol A n***a with heart, walk through a park in the dark f** the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your f**ing heart, so be smart Cut all that bullsh** and clown, I'll be the only n***a 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**, f**, b**h who's the snitch? You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a f**ing ditch With motherf**ing maggots with the rest of them f*ggots Cause your license to k** 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**ing gun co*ked So be a sport, another lesson drug Holding down the fort and a stupid-a** n***a got caught So he made prime time cause I had the nine Yeah, you must be out of your fu*kING mind! "You must be out your f**ing mind, man" "I'm a kick your a**" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x) [Fat Joe] s**er back up, a real motherf**er's on stage I shoot the gift like a motherf**ing 12 guage n***as know I'm versatile No question I'm buckwild, I'm k**ing rappers executioner style Hanging motherf**ers with a mic cord I'm a rap lord, s**ers always get me bored Saying that they that and this Ayo they get me pissed, cause motherf**ers ain't jack sh** I'm here to represent the Boogie Down Making n***as leave town before sundown And if you don't listen, G I'll stick a knife up your a** like "American Me" I'm serving motherf**ers like Wimbleton I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin And n***as always get me vexed I'm sick and tired of motherf**ers trying to sound like Das Efx You'd better hold your own, child Cause I'm laying s**ers like rugs and tiles This is the bigger n***a with the mad lines You step to me? You must be out of your fu*kING mind! "You must be out your f**ing mind, man" "I'm a kick your a**" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x) [Fat Joe] Yeah, now you motherf**ers know the flav, East Coast style Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache You step to us, you must be out of your fu*kING mind! (gunshots)