Method Man, Limp Bizkit - N 2 Gether Now (Live)

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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 be like a bar code
I'm bashin all the media strikes
To keep the media dykes
As reinforcements 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 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
They call me Big John Studd
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 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
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 Bambu
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 Dead By Dawn
Dead weight they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve rounds of 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 teefes, tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard it through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the bassline, to provide 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 then jet
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
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
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