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N 2 Gether Now
Fred Durst:
Who could be the boss
Look ´em to the cross,
Stranded, in the land of the lost
Standin´ up, I´m sideways,
I´m blazin´ up the path
Runnin´ on the highways of wrath,
Choked up, by the smoke in the charcoal,
Lotta stamps and brands me like a barcode,
I´m dashin´ all the media strikes,
To keep the media dikes,
That´s reinforced me for the fight,
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone,
I´m tangli´ on the zone,
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
Method Man:
Tical
Fred Durst:
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth right now
Method Man:
Shut the fuck up
Fred Durst:
I´m pluggin´ in them social skills
To keep my total bills, that run a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I´m blessed
With the mind that I wreckin´
Wait until the second round
Then knock ´em out
Method Man:
They call me big John-sta,
My middle name-uh
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug
I can´t stand the flood,
What up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
The sure shot
Mister Meth, I´m unplugged
Learn, temperatures too hot for sun block
Burn, playin´ with minds
That get you state time
Locked behind 12 bars,
From a great mine
Killa bees in the club,
With this ladybug
Brought a sword to the dancefloor,
To cut a rug
Love is love all day,
´til they slug
and take another life
in cold blood
murder is tremendous,
crime is endless,
same shit different day,
father forgive us
they know not what they do
all praise is due
I´m big as easy, and big bamboo
Chorus:
What´s that, I didn´t hear you, shut the fuck up
Come on a little louder, shut the fuck up
Everybody n 2 gether now, shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up (2x)
Method Man:
Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on,
Dead weight they dead wrong,
Let´s get it on,
12 round ofthrown down,
who whole crown
protect land with full pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry-go
Bust the scenerio
Coming through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of pro limp thinkin´ gifted
Essential vitamins and minerals delicious
Word on streets is, they bit me thesis
Knocked out their front teeth is,
Try to taste my
Actin´ like they heard through the grape vine
Dope feedin´ for the baseline
To provide by
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cutitle
Where´d you find that moster,
She beautiful,
Wu- tang and Limp Bizkit roll the set kick
a hole in the speaker
pull a plug and then jet
Fred Durst:
Mic check, so what´s it all about,
And where we gonna run,
Maybe we can meet up on the sun,
Discretion is advised,
For the blood of virgin eyes,
Me limpin´ on the track with method,
So get the sun block,
You getin´ one shot,
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta no way, prepare
You be blinded by glare,
I told not to stare
Now you´ve turned into stone
Without microphone
But you forget your in the zone
Method Man:
Shut up
Fred Durst:
And take the shit back, cause all your shit´s whack
When it´s weighed out like that
Burnin´ out your brain like a piston
So all those who didn´t listen
Never even knew wha they were missin´
And never even knew that the sky was fallin´ down
Wu- tang Clan for the crown
Chorus
Method Man:
It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4,
Wu- tang killa bees
And the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T´s
Ya´ll know the time
Ya´ll know the rhyme it
Ain´t easy bein´ greasy
In the world full of cleanliness and,
You know all the other madness we gone,
Peace
Fred Durst:
Who could be the boss
Look ´em to the cross,
Stranded, in the land of the lost
Standin´ up, I´m sideways,
I´m blazin´ up the path
Runnin´ on the highways of wrath,
Choked up, by the smoke in the charcoal,
Lotta stamps and brands me like a barcode,
I´m dashin´ all the media strikes,
To keep the media dikes,
That´s reinforced me for the fight,
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone,
I´m tangli´ on the zone,
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
Method Man:
Tical
Fred Durst:
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth right now
Method Man:
Shut the fuck up
Fred Durst:
I´m pluggin´ in them social skills
To keep my total bills, that run a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I´m blessed
With the mind that I wreckin´
Wait until the second round
Then knock ´em out
Method Man:
They call me big John-sta,
My middle name-uh
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug
I can´t stand the flood,
What up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
The sure shot
Mister Meth, I´m unplugged
Learn, temperatures too hot for sun block
Burn, playin´ with minds
That get you state time
Locked behind 12 bars,
From a great mine
Killa bees in the club,
With this ladybug
Brought a sword to the dancefloor,
To cut a rug
Love is love all day,
´til they slug
and take another life
in cold blood
murder is tremendous,
crime is endless,
same shit different day,
father forgive us
they know not what they do
all praise is due
I´m big as easy, and big bamboo
Chorus:
What´s that, I didn´t hear you, shut the fuck up
Come on a little louder, shut the fuck up
Everybody n 2 gether now, shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up (2x)
Method Man:
Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on,
Dead weight they dead wrong,
Let´s get it on,
12 round ofthrown down,
who whole crown
protect land with full pound
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry-go
Bust the scenerio
Coming through your stereo
Why risk it
Lifestyles of pro limp thinkin´ gifted
Essential vitamins and minerals delicious
Word on streets is, they bit me thesis
Knocked out their front teeth is,
Try to taste my
Actin´ like they heard through the grape vine
Dope feedin´ for the baseline
To provide by
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cutitle
Where´d you find that moster,
She beautiful,
Wu- tang and Limp Bizkit roll the set kick
a hole in the speaker
pull a plug and then jet
Fred Durst:
Mic check, so what´s it all about,
And where we gonna run,
Maybe we can meet up on the sun,
Discretion is advised,
For the blood of virgin eyes,
Me limpin´ on the track with method,
So get the sun block,
You getin´ one shot,
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta no way, prepare
You be blinded by glare,
I told not to stare
Now you´ve turned into stone
Without microphone
But you forget your in the zone
Method Man:
Shut up
Fred Durst:
And take the shit back, cause all your shit´s whack
When it´s weighed out like that
Burnin´ out your brain like a piston
So all those who didn´t listen
Never even knew wha they were missin´
And never even knew that the sky was fallin´ down
Wu- tang Clan for the crown
Chorus
Method Man:
It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4,
Wu- tang killa bees
And the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T´s
Ya´ll know the time
Ya´ll know the rhyme it
Ain´t easy bein´ greasy
In the world full of cleanliness and,
You know all the other madness we gone,
Peace