Method Man, Kwame - Fall Out lyrics

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

SI, rockin' it nY, 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 public (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 MC's, oxygen, you can't breathe
Fall

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)

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 niggas ain't playing
(keep back) y'all done did it now
Another critic kicked Tical
Alotta niggas 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

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 niggas please
Why y'all puffin' them trees
I'm damaging MC's, oxygen
They can't breathe, fall