Lyrics Fall Out - Album Version (Edited) - Method Man
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FALL
OUT!
FALL
OUT!
FALL
OUT!
FALL
OUT!
FALL
OUT!
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
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
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
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
Rest
in
peace
Ol'
Dirty
Bastard
a/k/a
Dirt
McGirt
1 Fall Out - Album Version (Edited)
2 Intro - Album Version (Edited)
3 Is It Me - Album Version (Edited)
4 Problem - Album Version (Edited)
5 Somebody Done F**ked Up - Album Version (Edited)
6 Shaolin Soldier (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
7 The Glide - Album Version (Edited)
8 Kids (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
9 Got To Have It - Album Version (Edited)
10 Say - Album Version (Edited)
11 Ya'Meen - Album Version (Edited)
12 Konichiwa Bi*ches - Album Version (Edited)
13 Walk On - Album Version (Edited)
14 Pimpin' (Skit) - Album Version (Edited)
15 Presidential MC - Album Version (Edited)
16 4 Ever - Album Version (Edited)
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