N 2 Gether Now Lyrics

N 2 Gether Now lyrics

Dj....Premier... 

 

 (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) 

 

 (Meth) 

 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 

 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 

 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 

 

 (Meth) 

 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