"N 2 Gether Now"[Fred:] Who can be the boss?Look up to the crossStranded in the land of the lostStandin up, I'm sidewaysI'm blazin' up the pathRunnin on the highways of rapChoked up by the smoke and the charcoalLava stamps and brands me like a barcodeI'm Dashin all the meteor strikesKeep the media dykesAs re-enforcements for the fightAnd that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phoneTangled in his own I got the bees on the trackWhere the fuck you at?[Method Man] TicalLet me hear you pigeons run your mouth now[Method Man] Shut the fuck up!I'm pluggin in them social skillsThat keep my total bills over a millionThe last time I checked itThank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck itWait until the second round, I'll knock him out[Method Man:] They call me big John studMy middle name mudDirty water flowToo much for you thugsThat can't stand the floodWhat up doc?Hold big gun like Elmer FuddThe sure shotMr. Meth I'm unpluggedLearnTemperature's too hot for sunblockBurnPlayin with minds can get you state timeLock behind twelve bars from a great mindKilla bees in the club when there's ladybugBrought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rugLove is love all day 'til they both slugAnd take another life in cold bloodCan't feel me?Cause it's your bloodMurder is tremendousCrime is endlessSame shit different dayFather forgive usThey know not what they doOur praises doI'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?Shut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N 2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!What? What?[Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawnDeadweight they dead wrongLet's get it onTwelve rounds of throwdownWho hold crown?Protect land with both poundLimp BizkitGet around like merry-goWhat's the scenario?Comin' through your stereoWhy risk itLifestyles of the prolific and giftedEight essential vitamins and mineralsDeliciousWord on the street isThey bit my thesisKnocked out their front teethesTryin to taste mineActin like they heard through the grapevineDope fiendin for the baselineTo provide rhymePharmaceuticalsHard as nails to the cubicleWhere you find that monsterShe beautifulWu-Tang and Limp BizkitRoll on the checkKick a hole in the speakerPull the plug and inject[Fred:] Mic checkSo what's it all about?Where we gonna run?Maybe we can meet up on the sunDiscretion is advisedFor the blood of virgin eyesLimpin on the track with MethodSo get the sunblockYou get your one shotUntil you dissolveI revolve around everything you gotFrom outta nowhere prepareYou'll be blinded by the glareI told you not to stareNow you're turned into stoneWithout a microphoneBut don't you forget you're in the zone[Method Man] So shut the fuck up!And take that shit backCause all your shit's whack[Method Man] Doodoo is doodooWhen it's way down like thatBurnin up your brain like a pistonSo all those who didn't listenNever even knew what they were missinAnd never even knew that the sky was fallin downWu-Tang Clan for the crown[Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you?Shut the fuck up!Come on a little louderShut the fuck up!Everybody N2 Gether nowShut the fuck up!What? What?[Method Man:] It was over your head all day every dayS-I-N-Y1-0-3-0-4Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the LimpB-I-Z-K-I-TGotta know the timeGotta know to rhymeIt ain't easy bein greezyIn a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madnessWe gonePeaceLimp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it onHey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all aloneI can't do thisFeel itYou guys feel it out there?Check your head if you feel itHey, hey, heyEvery day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think
