N 2 Gether Now Lyrics

N 2 Gether Now lyrics

Fred: Who can 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
and brands me like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes
Keep the
media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep
John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the
track
Where the fuck you at?
(Method Man - Tical)
Let me hear you
pigeons run your mouth now
(Method Man - 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 the mind that I wreck
it
Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out

Method Man: They
call me big John stud
My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for
you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like
Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn
Temperature's
too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock
behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's
ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all
day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel
me?
Cause it's your blood
Murder is tremendous
Crime is
endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what
they do
Our praises do
I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo

Method Man:
What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the fuck up!
Come on a little
louder
Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the fuck
up!
What? What?

Method Man: Headstrong, deadcon, dead by
dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of
throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp
Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
What's the 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 their front teethes
Tryin to taste
mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the
baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the
cubicle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp
Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and
inject

Fred: Mic check
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna
run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
For the
blood of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with Method
So get the
sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around
everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll 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 the zone
(Method Man - So shut
the fuck up!)
And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's
whack
(Method Man - (Doodoo is doodoo)
When it's way down 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

Method Man: What's
that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the fuck up!
Come on a little
louder
Shut the fuck up!
Everybody N2 Gether now
Shut the fuck
up!
What? What?

Method Man: It was over your head all day every
day
S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the
Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T
Gotta know the time
Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't
easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other
madness
We gone
Peace

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house
y'all, bring it on


Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not
recording are you? I'm all alone
I can't do this
Feel it
You guys feel
it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is
brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think