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N 2 GETHER NOW
I'M THE ONLY ONE WITH THE LYRICS (BESIDES THE OFFICIAL PAGE, WHO JUST PUT THEM UP) FOR THIS SONG AT THIS TIME!!!
dj, 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 in the charcoal. a lotta stamps and brands be like a barcode. i'm dashin' all the media strikes, I keep the median dikes. it's reinforcement for the fight. and that alone'll keep john gottie on the phone. i'm tanglin' in the zone i got the b's on the track. where the fuck you at? (Tical) let me hear you pidgeons run your mouth now. shut the fuck up. i'm pluggin in them social skills to keep my total bills that run a million the last time i checked it. thank God i'm blessed with the mind that i'm reckin'. wait until the second round and knock 'em out. they call me big johnsta. my middle name mud. dirty water flow, too much for you thug. they can't stand the flood. what up, doc? hold big gun like elmer fudd. the show's shot. mister meth, i'm unplugged. learn. temperature's too hot for sun block. burn. playin' wit minds that get you state time. locked behind twelve bars from a great mind. killer bees in the club wit this ladybug. brought this sword to the dance floor to cut her up. lover's love all day 'till they don't slug. take another life in cold blood. can't feel me 'til it's 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, you're big bamboon. (chorus) what's that i didn't hear you? shut the fuck up. come on a little louder, just shut the fuck up. everybody n 2 gether now. shut the fuck up. shut the fuck up. just shut the fuck up. Head strong. Dead cong. Dead by dawn. Dead wait they're dead wrong. Lets get it on. Twelve rounds of throw down. Who hold crown? Protect land with full pound. Limp Bizkit. Get around like merry-go. Bust a scenario. Come into your stereo. Why risk it? Life styles of the prolific and gifted. Eight essantial vitamins and minerals, delicious. Word on the street is they bit my thesis. Knocked out their front teethis. Trying to taste fine. Acting like they heard it through the grapevine. Don't feed it for the baseline. To provide prime. Pharmaceuticals. Hard as nails to the cutical. Where did you find that monster? She's 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? Where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun. Discretion is advised, for the blood of merchandise. We're limpin' on the track with the method. So get the sun block. You gettin' one shot. Until you dessolve 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 turned into stone. Without a microphone. But don't you forget your in the zone. So shut the fuck up. and take that shit back cus' all your shit's wacked. 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 listen never even knew what they were missing. And never even knew that the sky was falling down. Wu-Tang Clan for the crown. (chorus) It was over your head. All day, every day. S I N Y. 10304. Wu-Tang killer 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 maddness. We gone. Peace. Limp Bizkit. Method Man. Rock the house y'all. Bring it on.