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FAT JOE lyrics : "You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind"

"You must be out your $#[email protected] mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your $$#" "Hey you, come here" [x3]


[Apache]
Aw %#@!, 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 %#@!

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 $#[email protected] mind

I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your $$# they'll have to use your $#[email protected] dental records
So step up, come come, don't be bashful

I got a steel toe and you can get an $$#ful
Cause if it's me you think you're better than
You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing, stuffy head, get your $$# with medicine

You can feel, %#@! 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 %#@! if you're not kind
Stomping comp? You must be out of your !#@*ING mind!


"You must be out your $#[email protected] mind, man"
"I'm a kick your $$#" "Hey you, come here" [x2]


[Kool G. Rap]
Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang

>From outta Sang Sang to make your mother$#[email protected] brains hang
Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs
Snatch your (*##$ up at Crystal and then I $#[email protected] her with a pistol

A ^!$$% with heart, walk through a park in the dark
$#[email protected] the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your $#[email protected] heart, so be smart
Cut all that bull%#@! and clown, I'll be the only ^!$$% 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

%#@!, $#[email protected], (*##$ who's the snitch?
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a $#[email protected] ditch
With mother$#[email protected] maggots with the rest of them [email protected]$)gots

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 mother$#[email protected] gun @@#!ed

So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass ^!$$% got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine

Yeah, you must be out of your !#@*ING mind!

"You must be out your $#[email protected] mind, man"

"I'm a kick your $$#" "Hey you, come here" [x2]

[Fat Joe]

Sucker back up, a real mother$#[email protected]'s on stage
I shoot the gift like a mother$#[email protected] 12 guage
^!$$%s know I'm versatile

No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style
Hanging mother$#[email protected] 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 mother$#[email protected] ain't jack %#@!
I'm here to represent the Boogie Down

Making ^!$$%s leave town before sundown
And if you don't listen, G
I'll stick a knife up your $$# like "American Me"

I'm serving mother$#[email protected] like Wimbleton
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And ^!$$%s always get me vexed

I'm tired of mother$#[email protected] 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 [email protected][email protected] with the mad lines
You step to me? You must be out of your !#@*ING mind!


"You must be out your $#[email protected] mind, man"
"I'm a kick your $$#" "Hey you, come here" [x2]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, now you mother$#[email protected] know the flav, East Coast style

Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your !#@*ING mind!
[gunshots]

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