Limp Bizkit - N 2 Gether Now Lyrics

Who could 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
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media dykes
As reinforcement for the fight

And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya 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 a mind that'll wreck it
Wait until the second round and knock 'em out

They call me Big John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sureshot

Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (plugged), learn
Temperatures too hot for sunblock, burn
Playin' wit' minds that get you state time
Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind

Killa bees in the club wit' this ladybug
Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day, 'til they throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood, can't feel me 'til it's your blood

Murder rates 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 E-Z and Big Bambu

What's that? I didn't hear you (shut the fuck up)
Come on, a little louder (shut the fuck up)
Everybody in together now (shut the fuck up)
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (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 in together now (shut the fuck up)
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throw down, who hold crown?
Protect land wit' four pound, Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go, bust a 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 they front teefes, tryin' to taste mine
Actin' like they heard it through the grapevine
Dope fiendin' for the bassline, to provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles
Where'd 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? (-bout)
And where we gonna run? (run)
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes
We limpin' on the track with the Method

So get the sunblock (sunblock), you gettin' one-shot
Until you dissolve, I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere, prepare, you 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 a zone
So shut the fuck up
And take that shit back 'cause all your shit's wack
(Doo doo is doo doo)
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 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 in together now (shut the fuck up)
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (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 in together now (shut the fuck up)
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head, all day, every day
S.I.N.Y. 10304
Wu-Tang Killa Bees
And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Y'all know the time, y'all know the rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greazy 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