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limp bizkit - n 2 gether now (demo) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
check, check, one
uh

[verse 1: fred durst & method man]
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 dyk_s
as reinforcement for the fight
and that alone’ll keep john gotti on the phone (phone)
i’m tangled in the zone, i got the bees on the track
where the f_ck you at? (tical!)
let mе hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the f_ck up!)
i’m pluggin’ in thеm social sk!lls 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

[verse 2: method man]
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’ mine’s? that get you state time
locked behind 12 bars from a great mind
k!lla bees in the club wit’ his 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 sh_t, different day; father forgive us –
they know not what they do, all praise is due
i’m big like e_z and big bambu
[chorus: method man]
what’s that? i didn’t hear you
shut the f_ck up!
come on, a little louder!
shut the f_ck up!
everybody in together now
shut the f_ck up!
what, huh?
just shut the f_ck up, just shut the f_ck up!
what’s that? i didn’t hear you
shut the f_ck up!
come on, a little louder!
shut the f_ck up!
everybody in together now
shut the f_ck up!
what, huh?
just shut the f_ck up, just shut the f_ck up!

[verse 3: method man]
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 teefs’es, 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
[verse 4: fred durst & method man]
mic check, so what’s it all about? and where we gonna run? (run)
maybe we can meet up on the sun (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 (stone)
without a microphone, (phone) but don’t you forget you’re in a zone
so shut the f_ck up, and take that sh_t back, ’cause all your sh_t’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

[chorus: method man]
what’s that? i didn’t hear you
shut the f_ck up!
come on, a little louder!
shut the f_ck up!
everybody in together now
shut the f_ck up!
what, huh?
just shut the f_ck up, just shut the f_ck up!
what’s that? i didn’t hear you
shut the f_ck up!
come on, a little louder!
shut the f_ck up!
everybody in together now
shut the f_ck up!
what, huh?
just shut the f_ck up, just shut the f_ck up!
[chorus: method man]
what’s that? i didn’t hear you
shut the f_ck up!
come on, a little louder!
shut the f_ck up!
everybody in together now
shut the f_ck up!
what, huh?
just shut the f_ck up, just shut the f_ck up!
what’s that? i didn’t hear you
shut the f_ck up!
come on, a little louder!
shut the f_ck up!
everybody in together now
shut the f_ck up!
what, huh?
just shut the f_ck up, just shut the f_ck up!

[outro: method man]
it was over your head – all day, every day
s.i., n.y. – 10304
wu_tang k!lla 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!

- limp bizkit

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