Limp Bizkit Featuring Method Man 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