Fall Out |
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Fall Out Lyrics |
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 (feat. Kwamé)[Intro: Kwamé] This - this is brought to you By the K-1, Emergency Broadcasting System In the - in the event of an actual emergency You will be told to... FALL OUT! FALL OUT! FALL OUT! FALL OUT! FALL OUT! [Method Man] S.I. (rockin` it) N.Y. (rockin` it) Shit we stay poppin` it, 4-5 rockin` it Game stay on top of it, lame, just the opposite It`s no thang, when I "bring the pain" ain`t no stopping it (hold on) Who the fuck is this? About to bring the ruckus This just ya boy, I`m some on other shit My nigga, take a puff of this Piff man, I`m loving this, is Staten Island up in this? Bitch, like we running it, and somebody wanna pub-a-lic (I`m coming) Turn it up a bit, so my thugs can thug a bit If I got my brother get, K, we got another hit Ladies please, where y`all puffin` them trees? I`m damaging M.C.`s, oxygen, you can`t breathe, fall [Chorus 2X: Method Man (Kwamé)] Fall out, yeah, I`m going all out (hold on) Hold on, man, what`s really going on (I`m coming) And when I`m coming, a hundred miles & running (keep back) Keep back, y`all ain`t got it like that (fall out) [Method Man] Here we go again, herb-smoke, blowing in the wind Cops chasing, wanna throw him in the pen And the day he leave the game, yo, he going in the Benz On them 24`s looking like he rolling on the rims All daying, knawimsayin`, I`m staying up to par, parleyin` While y`all hating, I`m splitting this cigar Man, it`s nathan, all y`all do is aim and start spraying Cuz tonight`s the night, and me and my niggaz ain`t playing (keep back) Y`all done did it now, another critic kicked Tical Alotta niggaz mad cuz I ain`t fold like they figure, now Let me put my fitted down *hwak* spit around Listen when this hit the ground, y`all gon` hear the difference now Here I got that miracle, sickest individual Flow that`s so original, see this is what they meant to do It`s not an act, it`s all actual fact The kid is back, making tracks, catch panic attacks, and fall [Chorus 2X] [Method Man] Aww shit, ain`t this about a bitch I give a fuck about a bitch, I`m more about a grip And I`m all that a nigga got, the more he gotta get Feeling like a million dollars, buyin` million dollar shit (keep back) What y`all dealing with, one shot killing it Stop changing my style, when y`all stop stealing it Meth is chillin` like milk top killing If it ain`t got no real in it, I`m probably not feeling it (keep back) I`m deadin` ya kids, and burn another blizz What it is, what it is, Wu-Tang is for the kids So niggaz please, why y`all puffin` them trees I`m damaging M.C.`s, oxygen, they can`t breathe, fall [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Method Man] Rest in peace Ol` Dirty Bastard a/k/a Dirt McGirt |
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