N 2 Gether Now Songtext

von Method Man

FD: 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 John Gotti on the phone
I'm tanglin' on the zone
I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck u at?

MM: Tical

FD: Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now

MM: Shut the fuck up

FD: I'm pluggin' in them social skills, to keep my total bill, 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

MM: 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' 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

Chorus: 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 (2x)

Method Man: Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on, dead weight they dead wrong, let's get it on, 12 rounds of thrown 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, 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 beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit roll on the set kick a hole in the speaker, pull a plug and then jet

FD: 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 your in the zone

MM: So shut thef uck up

FD: And take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack

FD: 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 knew that the sky was falling down, wu-tang clan for the crown

Chrous

MM: It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4, wu-tang killa bees, and the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T, ya'll know the time, ya'll know the rhyme it ain't easy bein greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and, you know all that other madness we gona, peace

Scibbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE Y'ALL! BRING IT ON!