Limp Bizkit - N 2Gether Now (All In Together Now)

[Lady talking] Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the stone rockers I mean some real playas But tonight, they gon' do it all in together [Fred Durst talking] Uh, check on, uh Limp Bizkit [Fred Durst (Method Man)] 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 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 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 (Unplugged) Temperatures too hot for sunblock (Burn) Playin' with minds That get you state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine Killa bees in the club with his ladybug Brought a sword 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 till 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 [Hook: Pharrell William (Method Man & Fred Durst) x2] Whats 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 (Shut the fuck up) Oh (Shut the fuck up) [Method Man] Headstrong, dead calm, get it right on Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown Protect land with 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 what's 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 (Ha) 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 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 [Hook 4x] [Method Man to fade] 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 eas