N 2 Gether Now (All in Together Now mix) (clean) Songtext
von Limp Bizkit

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
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
I'll knock 'em out


They call me Big John Studd
My middle name Mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thug, uh
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 it's 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 getting′ 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
Now they even knew what they were missing′
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, rock, rock the house y′all! Bring it on!