Fall Out lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[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
sh*t, 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 f*ck is this? About to bring the ruckus
This just ya boy, I'm some on other sh*t
My n*gga, take a puff of this
Piff man, I'm loving this, is Staten Island up in this?
b*tch, 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 M.C.'s, oxygen, you can't breathe, fall
[Hook: Method Man (Kwamé)] (2x)
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 n*ggas ain't playing (keep back)
Y'all done did it now, another critic kicked Tical
Alotta n*ggas 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
[Hook] (2x)

[Method Man]
Aww sh*t, ain't this about a b*tch
I give a f*ck about a b*tch, I'm more about a grip
And I'm all that a n*gga got, the more he gotta get
Feeling like a million dollars, buyin' million dollar sh*t (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 n*ggas please, why y'all puffin' them trees
I'm damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, they can't breathe, fall

[Hook] (2x)
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