Fall Out
(专辑: 4:21...The Day After - 2006)
[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. (rocking it) N.Y. (rocking it) Shit we stay popping it, 4-5 rocking 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 puffing 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, knawimsaying, I'm staying up to par, parleying 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, buying 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 chilling like milk top killing If it ain't got no real in it, I'm probably not feeling it (keep back) I'm deading ya kids, and burn another blizz What it is, what it is, Wu-Tang is for the
kids So niggaz please, why y'all puffing 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