(Fred Durst) 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 Lava stamps then brands me like a bar code I'm bashin all the media strikes To keep the media dykes As reinforcements 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 f**k you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Meth: Shut the f**k 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 and knock em out
(Method Man) They call me Big John Stud My middle name Mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thug And 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 mine Killa bees in the club Wit his ladybug Brought a sword to the dance floor Then cut her up Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me til its 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 Easy And Big Bamboo
Chorus(Meth) 2x
Whats that, I didn't hear you (Shut the f**k up) Come on, a little louder (Shut the f**k up) Everybody in together now (Shut the f**k up) What huh (Just shut the f**k up shut the f**k up)
(Meth) Headstrong, dead calm (Method and Fred: GET RIGHT ON!) Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown Protect land wit 4 pound, Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario Comin through your stereo, why risk it? Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted 8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious Word on the street is, they bit my thesis Knocked out they front teefers, tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard it through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme Pharmaceuticals - hard as nails to the cuticles Where 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 Durst) Mic check So whats it all about? (bout) And where we gonna run? (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 (sunblock) You gettin one shot (haa) 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 f**k up) And take that shit back 'cause all your shits 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 missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down Wu Tang Clan for the crown
Chorus 2x
(Meth) It was over your head All day and 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 the house y'all Bring it on
Limp Bizkit (feat. Method Man) - N 2 Gether Now
N 2 Gether Now
Limp Bizkit (feat. Method Man)
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(Fred Durst)
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
Lava stamps then brands me like a bar code
I'm bashin all the media strikes
To keep the media dykes
As reinforcements 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 f**k you at? (Tical!)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now
(Meth: Shut the f**k 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 and knock em out
(Method Man)
They call me Big John Stud
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug
And 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 mine
Killa bees in the club
Wit his ladybug
Brought a sword to the dance floor
Then cut her up
Love is love all day
Till they throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me til its 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 Easy
And Big Bamboo
Chorus(Meth) 2x
Whats that, I didn't hear you
(Shut the f**k up)
Come on, a little louder
(Shut the f**k up)
Everybody in together now
(Shut the f**k up)
What huh
(Just shut the f**k up shut the f**k up)
(Meth)
Headstrong, dead calm (Method and Fred: GET RIGHT ON!)
Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown
Protect land wit 4 pound, Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario
Comin through your stereo, why risk it?
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious
Word on the street is, they bit my thesis
Knocked out they front teefers, tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard it through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme
Pharmaceuticals - hard as nails to the cuticles
Where 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 Durst)
Mic check
So whats it all about? (bout)
And where we gonna run? (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 (sunblock)
You gettin one shot (haa)
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 f**k up)
And take that shit back
'cause all your shits 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 missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down
Wu Tang Clan for the crown
Chorus 2x
(Meth)
It was over your head
All day and 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 the house y'all
Bring it on