N2gether Now (remix By Neptunes) Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Who can 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 and brands me like a barcode 

I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes 

Keep the media dykes 

As re-enforcements for the fight 

And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone 

Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track 

Where the fuck you at? 

Tical 

Let me hear you pigeons run your 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 the mind that I wreck it 

Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out 

They call me big John stud 

My middle name mud 

Dirty water flow 

Too much for you thugs 

That can't stand the flood 

What up doc? 

Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd 

The sure shot 

Mr. Meth I'm unplugged 

Learn 

Temperature's too hot for sunblock 

Burn 

Playin with minds can get you state time 

Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind 

Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug 

Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug 

Love is love all day 'til they both slug 

And take another life in cold blood 

Can't feel me? 

Cause it's your blood 

Murder is tremendous 

Crime is endless 

Same shit different day 

Father forgive us 

They know not what they do 

Our praises do 

I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo 

What's that, I didn't hear you? 

Shut the fuck up! 

Come on a little louder 

Shut the fuck up! 

Everybody N 2 Gether now 

Shut the fuck up! 

What? What? 

What's that, I didn't hear you? 

Shut the fuck up! 

Come on a little louder 

Shut the fuck up! 

Everybody N 2 Gether now 

Shut the fuck up! 

What? What? 

Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn 

Deadweight they dead wrong 

Let's get it on 

Twelve rounds of throwdown 

Who hold crown? 

Protect land with both pound 

Limp Bizkit 

Get around like merry-go 

What's the 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 their front teethes 

Tryin to taste mine 

Actin like they heard through the grapevine 

Dope fiendin for the baseline 

To provide rhyme 

Pharmaceuticals 

Hard as nails to the cubicle 

Where you find that monster 

She beautiful 

Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit 

Roll on the check 

Kick a hole in the speaker 

Pull the plug and inject 

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 virgin eyes 

Limpin on the track with Method 

So get the sunblock 

You get your one shot 

Until you dissolve 

I revolve around everything you got 

From outta nowhere prepare 

You'll 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 the zone 

So shut the fuck up! 

And take that shit back 

Cause all your shit's whack 

Doodoo is doodoo 

When it's way down 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 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 N2 Gether now 

Shut the fuck up! 

What? What? 

What's that, I didn't hear you? 

Shut the fuck up! 

Come on a little louder 

Shut the fuck up! 

Everybody N 2 Gether now 

Shut the fuck up! 

What? What? 

It was over your head all day every day 

S-I-N-Y 

1-0-3-0-4 

Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp 

B-I-Z-K-I-T 

Gotta know the time 

Gotta know to rhyme 

It ain't easy bein greezy 

In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness 

We gone 

Peace 

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on