LIMP BIZKIT N 2 Gether Now (Featuring Method Man) lyrics

DJ man

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 dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight

And that alone with keep john gotti on the phone
Tangled in his own, I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at? Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
Shut the fuck 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

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
Learn, temperature's too hot for sunblock, burn

Playin' with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when this 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, til it's your blood

Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different day, father forgive us
They know not what they do, our praises due
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo

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
Just shut the fuck up

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
Just shut the fuck up

Headstrong, deadcon, deadweight ya 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, delicious

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 feindin' for the baseline

To provide rhyme, pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster, she beautiful
Wu-Tang and limp Bizkit roll on the set
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and then jet

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

We're Limpin' on the track with Method so get the sunblock
You get your one shot until you dissolve
I revolve around everythin' 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
So shut the fuck up
And take that shit back, 'cause all your shit's whack
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

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
Just shut the fuck up

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
Just shut the fuck up

It was over your head all day every day
S I N Y, 1 0 3 0 4, Wu-Tang, Killa Bees
And the limp B I Z K I T
Gotta know the time, gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greezy, in a world full of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness we gone, peace

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? Are you?
Well, I'm all alone

I can't do this, feel it, feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Shake your head if you feel it

Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brigther than the next day
At least that's what you think