Method Man Follow

(feat. Kwam)

[Intro: Kwam]

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

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Method Man]

Rest in peace Ol' Dirty Bastard a/k/a Dirt McGirt