(feat. Apache, Kool G. Rap) "You must be out your f*cking mind, man" "I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" ^{Repeat 3x Apache} 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 up nig? You must be out of your f*cking mind I'm much more than you expect, kid To identify your ass 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 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 d*cking 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 ass" "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*gga 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*gga 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 Shit, f*ck, bitch 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 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*cking gun cocked So be a sport, another lesson drug Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass n*gga 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 ass" "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*ggas 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 pissed, cause motherf*ckers ain't jack shit I'm here to represent the Boogie Down Making n*ggas 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 motherf*ckers like Wimbleton I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin And n*ggas 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*gger 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 ass" "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