Limp Bizkit F/ Method Man

Limp Bizkit F/ Method Man - N 2 Gether Now lyrics

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(Fred Durst)

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

Lava stamps then brands me like a bar code

I'm bashin all the media strikes

To keep the media dykes

As reinforcements for the fight

And I don't want to 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

(Meth: 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

(Method Man)

They call me Big John Stud

My middle name Mud

Dirty water flow

Too much for you thug

And 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 mine

Killa bees in the club

Wit his ladybug

Brought a sword to the dance floor

Then cut her up

Love is love all day

Till they throw slugs

And take another life in cold blood

Can't feel me til its 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 Easy

And Big Bamboo

Chorus(Meth) 2x

Whats 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 huh

(Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up)


Headstrong, dead calm (Method and Fred: GET RIGHT ON!)

Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on

Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown

Protect land wit 4 pound, Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario

Comin through your stereo, why risk it?

Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted

8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious

Word on the street is, they bit my thesis

Knocked out they front teefers, tryin to taste mine

Actin like they heard it through the grapevine

Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme

Pharmaceuticals - hard as nails to the cuticles

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 inject

(Fred Durst)

Mic check

So whats 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 (haa)

Until you dissolve

I revolve

Around everything you got

From outta nowhere


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

Cuz all your shits wack

(Doo doo is doo doo)

When its 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

Chorus 2x


It was over your head

All day and 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

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