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    "N 2 Gether Now [CD-ROM Video][*]" Lyrics

    Limp Bizkit

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    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?
    Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
    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

    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
    Temperature's too hot for sunblock
    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

    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?

    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
    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
    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

    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
    So shut the fuck up!
    And take that shit back
    Cause all your shit's whack
    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

    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?

    It was over your head all day every day
    Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
    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

    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
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William Frederick Durst, Clifford Smith, Wesley Louden Borland, John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Christopher Anthony John Martin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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