Fall Out - Method Man

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

S.I. rockin' it, N.Y. rockin' it

S*** 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

Who the f*** is this? About to bring the ruckus

This just ya boy, I’m some on other s***, my n****, take a puff of this

Piff man, I’m loving this, is Staten Island up in this?

B****, like we running it, and somebody wanna public

Turn it up a bit, so my thugs can thug a bit

If I got my brother get, K, we got another hit

L***** please, where y’all puffin' them trees?

I’m damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, you can’t breathe, fall

Fall out, yeah, I’m going all out

Hold on, man, what’s really going on

And when I’m coming, a hundred miles and running

Keep back, y’all ain’t got it like that

Fall out, yeah, I’m going all out

Hold on, man, what’s really going on

And when I’m coming, a hundred miles and running

Keep back, y’all ain’t got it like that

Here we go again, h***-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, know what I’m sayin', 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

'Cause tonight’s the night, and me and my n****z ain’t playing

Y’all done did it now, another critic kicked Tical

Alotta n****z mad 'cause I ain’t fold like they figure now

Let me put my fitted down, 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

Fall out, yeah, I’m going all out

Hold on, man, what’s really going on

And when I’m coming, a hundred miles and running

Keep back, y’all ain’t got it like that

Fall out, yeah, I’m going all out

Hold on, man, what’s really going on

And when I’m coming, a hundred miles and running

Keep back, y’all ain’t got it like that

Aww s***, ain’t this about a b****

Give a f*** about a b****, I’m more about a grip

And I’m all that a n**** got, the more he gotta get

Feeling like a million dollars, buyin' million dollar s***

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

I’m deadin' ya kids and burn another blizz

What it is, what it is, Wu-Tang is for the kids?

So n****z please, why y’all puffin' them trees

I’m damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, they can’t breathe, fall

Fall out, yeah, I’m going all out

Hold on, man, what’s really going on

And when I’m coming, a hundred miles and running

Keep back, y’all ain’t got it like that

Fall out, yeah, I’m going all out

Hold on, man, what’s really going on

And when I’m coming, a hundred miles and running

Keep back, y’all ain’t got it like that

Rest in peace Ol' Dirty B****** a.k.a Dirt McGirt

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