SINGER: Limp Bizkit

SONG:N 2 Gether Now

[Method]
DJ Premier
Ugh Ugh Ugh

[Fred] (Method)
Who could be the boss
Look up to the cross
Stranded, in the land of the lost
Standing up, I'm sideways
I'm blazing up the path, running on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal
Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code
I'm bashing all the media strikes
And keep the media dikes
That's reinforcement for the fight
And I don't want to 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 your mouth now
(Shut the fuck up)
I'm lugging in them social skills
That keep my total bills worth over a million
The last time I checked it
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind not a record
Wait until the second round and knock em out

They call me big John stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
I can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
Learn, temperature's too hot
The sun block burn
Playin' with minds and get you state time
Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killer bees in the club with his lady bug
Brought his source 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 until it's your blood
Murder rate's 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, you big bamboo

1 -[Method]
What's 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
Just shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up

Repeat 1

[Method]
Head strong, dead calm
Gat right arm
Dead weight, they dead wrong
Let's get it on
Twelve rounds of throw down
Who hold crown
Protect land with both power
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry-go
What's the scenario
Coming through your stereo
Wild, risky, lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
Hataz sent you vitamins and minerals, delicious
Word on the streets is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out their front teeths, trying to taste mine
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiending for the bass line, chupacabra
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 the plug and inject

[Fred] (Method)
Mic check, so what's it all about
And where we gonna run?

Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is advised
With the blood or merchant eyes
We're Limpin' on the track with the Method
So to get something right
You getting' one shot
Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got
>From out of nowhere
Prepare, you'll be blinded by the glare
I told you not to stare
Now your turn's in the storm
With out 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
(Doo doo is doo doo)
When it's weighed out like that
Burning up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listening
Never even knew what they was missing
And never knew the sky was falling down
Wu-tang Clan for the crown

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Method]
It was over your head
All day, every day
S-I-N-Y
1-0-3-0-4
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 being greasy
In a world full of cleanliness and you know all that other madness, we gone
Peace

[Fred]
Limp Bizkit, Method Man
Rock the house y'all
Bring it on