N 2 Gether Now

DJ Premier

Uh, uh, uh

Who could 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

Lotta stamps and brands

We like a bar code

I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media dykes

As reinforcement for the fight

And that alone'll 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 ya 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 a mind that'll wreck it

Wait until the second round

I'll knock 'em out

They call me Big John Studd

My middle name Mud

Dirty water flow

Too much for you thug, uh

They can't stand the flood

What up, doc?

Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd

The sureshot

Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (Learn)

Temperatures too hot for sunblock (Burn)

Playin' wit' minds that get you state time

Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind

Killa bees in the club wit' this ladybug

Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day

'Til they throw slugs

And take another life in cold blood

Can't feel me 'til it's your blood

Murder rates 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 E-Z and Big Bambu

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)

What, huh?

(Just shut the fuck up

Just shut the fuck up)

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)

What, huh?

(Just shut the fuck up

Just shut the fuck up)

Headstrong, dead calm

Dead by dawn, dead weight

They dead wrong, let's get it on

Twelve rounds of throw down

Who hold crown?

Protect land wit' four pound, Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go

Bust a scenario

Comin' through your stereo

Why risk it?

Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted

Eight essential vitamins and minerals, delicious

Word on the street is

They bit my thesis

Knocked out they front teefes, tryin' to taste mine

Actin' like they heard it through the grapevine

Dope fiendin' for the bassline

To provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals

Hard as nails to the cuticles

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 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

We limpin' on the track with the Method

So get the sunblock

You getting' one shot

Until you dissolve, I revolve around everything you got

From outta nowhere, prepare

You 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 a zone

So shut the fuck up

And take that shit back

'Cause all your shit's wack

(Doo doo is doo doo)

When its weighed out like that

Burnin' up your brain like a piston

So all those that didn't listen

Now they even knew what they were missing'

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 in together now

(Shut the fuck up)

What, huh?

(Just shut the fuck up

Just shut the fuck up)

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)

What, huh?

(Just shut the fuck up

Just shut the fuck up)

It was over your head

All day, every day

S.I.N.Y. 10304

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 bein' greazy

In a world full of cleanliness

And, you know

All that other madness

We gone, peace

Limp Bizkit, Method Man

Rock, rock, rock the house y'all! Bring it on!