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LIMP BIZKIT lyrics : "N 2 Gether Now"

[Fred:] Who can be the boss?
Look up 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 rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes

Keep the media [email protected]()s
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone

Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the $#[email protected] you at?
[Method Man] Tical

Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
[Method Man] Shut the $#[email protected] up!
I'm pluggin in them social skills

That keep my total bills over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it

Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out

[Method Man:] They call me big John stud

My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs

That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd

The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged

Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Playin with minds can get you state time

Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me?

Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless

Same %#@! different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do

Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo

[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the $#[email protected] up!
Come on a little louder

Shut the $#[email protected] up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the $#[email protected] up!

What? What?

[Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn

Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown

Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go
What's the scenario?
Comin' through your stereo

Why risk it
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Eight essential vitamins and minerals

Word on the street is
They bit my thesis

Knocked out their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme

Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit

Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject

[Fred:] Mic check

So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes

Limpin on the track with Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare

You'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now you're turned into stone
Without a microphone
But don't you forget you're in the zone
[Method Man] So shut the $#[email protected] up!
And take that %#@! back

Cause all your %#@!'s whack
[Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo
When it's way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen
Never even knew what they were missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down

Wu-Tang Clan for the crown

[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the $#[email protected] up!
Come on a little louder
Shut the $#[email protected] up!
Everybody N2 Gether now

Shut the $#[email protected] up!
What? What?

[Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp

Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness

We gone


Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on

Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you?
I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what
you think

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