N 2 Gether Now
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FD: 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 tanglin' on the zone, I got the
bees on the
track, Where the fuck u at?
MM: Tical
FD: Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now,
MM: Shut the fuck up
FD: 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.
MM: 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 dance floor, to cut a rug, love is
love all day, till
they no slug, and take another life in cold blood, can't feel
me, till it's
your 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
like 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 rounds of throw down, who whole crown,
protect land with
full pound, limp bizkit, get around like merry-go, bust the
scenario, comin
through your stereo, why risk it, lifestyles of pro limp
thinkin' gifted,
essential vitamins and minerals delicious, word on the
street is, they bit my
thesis, knocked out they 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 cuticle, where'd you
find that monster,
she beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit roll on the set kick a
hole in the
speaker, pull a plug and then jet
FD: 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 the method, so get the sun block,
you gettin' one
shot, until you dissolve I revolve around everything you
got, from outta no
where, prepare, you be blinded by the glare, I told not to
stare, now you've
turned into stone, without a microphone, but don't you
forget your in the zone
MM: So shut the fuck up
FD: and take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack
FD: When it's weighed out 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
knew that the sky was falling down, wu-tang clan for the
crown.
Chorus
MM: 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, ya'll know the time, y'all
know the rhyme it
ain't easy bein' greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and,
you know all
that other madness we gone, peace.
Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE
HOUSE Y'ALL! BRING IT ON! |
