N 2 Gether Now lyrics

DJ Premier

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

A lotta stamps and brands, we like a bar code

I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media dykes

As reinforcement 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

They call me Big John Studd, my middle name Mud

Dirty water flow, too much for you thug

They 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 mind

Killa bees in the club wit' this ladybug

Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day, 'til 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 E-Z and Big Bambu

What's 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?

Just shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up!

What's 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?

Just shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up!

Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn

Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on

Twelve rounds of throw down – who hold crown?

Protect land wit' four pound, Limp Bizkit

Get around like merry-go, bust a 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 they front teefes, tryin' to taste mine

Actin' like they heard it through the grapevine

Dope fiendin' for the bassline, to provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles

Where'd 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 then jet

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

We limpin' on the track with the Method

So get the sunblock, you gettin' one-shot

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 shit's 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

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 in together now

Shut the fuck up!

What, huh?

Just shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up!

What's 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?

Just shut the fuck up, just shut the fuck up!

It was over your head – all day, 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!

Hey wait up, where you guys goin'?

You're not recordin', are you?

Are you?

But I'm all alone

I can't do this!

Feel it, uh

Feel it, feel it, feel it

You guys feel it out there?

Shake your head if you feel it

Hey, hey, hey

Every day is brighter than the next day

At least that's what you think

Every day is brighter than the next day

At least that's what you think