Limp Bizkit
N 2 Gether Now
Significant Other


Dj...man, man, man...

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 dashin 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 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 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

They call me Big Johnsta, my middle name muh. 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 (plugged).
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. I'm big like easy
and big bamboo

Chorus:
Whats that, I didn't hear you (Shut the fuck up). Come on, a little
louder (Shut the fuck up). Everybody n together now (Shut the fuck up).
What huh (Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up).-x2

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 teefeves 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.

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
of virgin 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 fuck up). And take that shit back, cuz 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:
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.