[Intro: Kwam?/i> 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 (Kwam? 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