N 2 Gether Now 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 the media dikes That's reinforced me for the fight And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone I'm tanglin' on the zone I got the bees on the track, Where the f*** you at? MM: Tical FD: Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now, MM: Shut the f*** up FD: 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 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 Til they no slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me Til it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same s*** 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 f*** up come on a little louder Shut the f*** up everybody n 2 gether now Shut the f*** up Just shut the f*** up. (2x) Method Man: Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on Dead weight they dead wrong Let's get it on 12 rounds of throw 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 into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget your in the zone MM: So shut the f*** up FD: And take that s*** back, cause all your s***'s whack 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 Chorus 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's 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 gone Peace Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE Y'ALL! BRING IT ON!