N 2 Gether Now Lyrics - Method Man

Dj... Premier... 

[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 

on and on the highways of rap 

Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal 

Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code 

I'm bashin all the media strikes 

To keep the media dikes 

As reinforcements for the fight 

And that alone 

Will keep John Gotti on the phone (haa haa) 

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 

(Shut the f**k up!) 

I'm pluggin in them social skills 

That keep my total bills 

Above a million 

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 

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[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 

will 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 

To cut a rug 

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 

Im big like easy 

And big bamboo 

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[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] 

Head strong dead calm? 

Dead weight to dead wrong 

Lets get it on 

Twelve rounds 

I'll throw down 

Wu whole 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 

Pharmacuticals 

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 emergin 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 now they even knew 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