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Artist :Limp Bizkit
Title :

N2 gether now

Who could be the boss, look 'em 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 wrath
Choked up, by the smoke in the charcoal
Lotta stamps and brands me like a barcode

I'm dashin' all the media strikes, to keep the media dikes
That's reinforced me for the fight
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tanglin' on the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck u at?


Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now

shut da fuck up

I'm pluggin' in them social skills
To keep my total bills, that run a million, the last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreckin'
Wait until the second round then knock 'em out.

They call me big john-sta, my middle name-uh,
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
I can't stand the flood, what up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot
Mister Meth, I'm unplugged, learn
Temperatures too hot for sun block, burn
Playin with minds that get you state time
Locked behind 12 bars, from a great mine
Killa bees in the club, with this ladybug
Brought a sword to the dance floor, to cut a rug
Love is love all day, till they no slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me, till it's your blood
Murder is 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

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, just shut the fuck up

Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on
Dead weight they dead wrong, let's get it on
12 rounds of throw down, who whole crown
Protect land with full pound
Limp bizkit, get around like merry-go
Bust the scenario, comin through your stereo
Why risk it, lifestyles of pro limp thinkin' gifted
8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious
Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out they front teeth is try to taste my
Actin' like they heard through the grape vine
Dope feedin' for the baseline, to provide by, pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cuticle
Where'd you find that monster
She's beautiful
Wu-tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set kick a hole in the speaker
Pull a plug and then jet

Mic check, so what's it all about
And where we gonna run
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes,
Me limpin' on the track with the method
So get the sun block, you gettin' one shot
Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got
From outta no where, prepare
You be blinded by the glare
I told not to stare, now you've turned into stone, without a microphone
But don't you forget your in the zone

So shut the fuck up

And take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack
When it's weighed out 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 falling down,
Wu-tang clan for the crown

It was over your head
All day everyday
Wu-tang killa bees,
And the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Ya'll know the time, y'all know the rhyme
It ain't easy bein' greasy
In the world full of cleanliness and
You know all that other madness we gone

Limp Bizkit! Method Man! R-R-Rock the house y'all! Bring it on!

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