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(feat. Kwamé) [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) 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 (Kwamé)] Fall out, yeah, I'm going all out (hold on) Letras de cancionesHold 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 [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Method Man] Rest in peace Ol' Dirty Bastard a/k/a Dirt McGirt From Letras Mania