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"You must be out your fking mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 3x)
Apache
Aw s**t, 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 s**t
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 fking mind
I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your as* they'll have to use your fking 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 as* with medicine
You can feel, s**t 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 s**t if you're not kind
Stomping comp? You must be out of your fking mind!
"You must be out your fking 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 motherfking brains hang
Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs
sn*tch your b*tch up at Crystal and then I fk her with a pistol
A nigg* with heart, walk through a park in the dark
fk the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your fking heart, so be smart
Cut all that bulls**t and clown, I'll be the only nigg* 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
s**t, fk, b*tch who's the snitch?
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fking ditch
With motherfking maggots with the rest of them f*gg*ts
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 motherfking gun c*cked
So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass nigg* got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine
Yeah, you must be out of your fking mind!
"You must be out your fking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x)
Fat Joe
Sucker back up, a real motherfker's on stage
I shoot the gift like a motherfking 12 guage
know I'm versatile
No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style
Hanging motherfkers with a mic cord
I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored
Saying that they that and this
Ayo they get me p*ssed, cause motherfkers ain't jack s**t
I'm here to represent the Boogie Down
Making leave town before sundown
And if you don't listen, G
I'll stick a knife up your as* like "American Me"
I'm serving motherfkers like Wimbleton
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And always get me vexed
I'm tired of motherfkers 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 nigg*r with the mad lines
You step to me? You must be out of your fking mind!
"You must be out your fking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass" "Hey you, come here" (Repeat 2x)
Fat Joe
Yeah, now you motherfkers know the flav, East Coast style
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your fking mind!
(gunshots)