N 2 Gether Now - Limp Bizkit

Composed by：Sam Rivers/Chris Martin/Fred Durst/John Otto/Leor Dimant/Clifford Smith/Wesley Borland

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Uh uh uh

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 bar code

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 f**k you at tcal

Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now

Shut the f**k 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 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 s**t 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 f**k up

Come on a little louder

Shut the f**k up

Everybody in together now

Shut the f**k up

What huh

What's that I didn't hear you

Shut the f**k up

Come on a little louder

Shut the f**k up

Everybody in together now

Shut the f**k up

Just shut the f**k up just shut the f**k up

Headstrong dead calm dad 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

D**e 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

And where we gonna 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 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 f**k up

And take that s**t back

'Cause all your s**t's wack

Doo doo is doo doo

When it's weighed out like that

Burnin' up your brain like a piston

So all those that didn't listen

Now they 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 f**k up

Come on a little louder

Shut the f**k up

Everybody in together now

Shut the f**k up

Shut the f**k up just shut the f**k up

What's that I didn't hear you

Shut the f**k up

Come on a little louder

Shut the f**k up

Everybody in together now

Shut the f**k up

Shut the f**k up just shut the f**k up

It was over your head - all day every day

SINY 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