the times? Fuelling incentives, with ulterior motives The days are gone for passive voices, singing songs about the eve of destruction Bombs falling, bombs falling Bombs fall
em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go
fall to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't fall to sleep
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame Love the game, cold as ice you remain Fuck em' all, tell 'em all eat shit, here we go again So, god
been a con artist since I was swimmin' in water In cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out Von Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb (special
money like I love my moms Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors Set sail for
Wassup?) Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin And just when you think everything is calm that motherfucker is the first to bomb
to through your hood and get like, 3 or 4 cowards You think your bison like you play for Howard But you's a duck like Howard I make you fall like the
to kill [echoes]) [Verse One: Method Man] Slowly I turn, step by step Through the backwindow, I crept Silent as a mouse on a set While everybody in
? Are you dropping bombs? Have you heard of diplomatic resolve? Yeah Precipitation, which side are you on? Are you on the rise, are you falling down? Let me know, c'mon let's go
you falling down? Lemme know, c?mon let?s go yeh! Got some Get it now / get it on / before its gone Lets everybody carry on, carry on Turn it up / set
sleeps all day and slang when night fall And I takes a quick walk up the block with my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop on 59th
get yer britches off any day now there gonna drop the bomb and were gonna be a bucket of bones we got an hour till day we got to go all the way and shoot
But you best believe I'd die to make it anywhere in the world I'm standin with my pockets naked Set it out set it out, that's what I'ma holler On some
s thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread
