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  • Текст песни Limp Bizkit - N 2 Gether Now



    Look up to the cross
    Stranded in the land of the lost
    Standin' up I'm sideways
    I'm blazing up the path
    Running on the highways of rap
    Choked up, lot of smoke in the charcoal
    Lot of stamps and brands we like a barcode
    I'm dancin' on the media strikes
    And kick the media dykes
    It's reinforced me for the fight
    And I don't know how long to keep
    John Gottie on the phone
    I'm tangled in the zone
    I got the bees on the track
    Where da fuck you at?
    With da cows
    Let me hear your bitches run your mouth now
    Shut the fuck up
    I'm plugin' in them social skills
    That keep my total bills
    That were a million
    The last time i checked it
    Thank God I'm blessed with
    The mind that I'm wrecking
    Wait until the second round and knock 'em out
    They call me Big John Stud
    My middle name mud
    Dirty water flow too much for you thug
    Can't stand the flood
    What up Doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
    The sure shot
    Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (learn)
    Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn)
    Playin' with minds that get your state time
    Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind
    Killer bees in the club with this ladybug
    Brought a sword to the dance club to cut a rug
    Love is love all day 'til they don't slug
    And take another life in cold blood
    Can't feel me? 'Til it's your blood
    Murder is tremendous, crime is endless
    Same shit, different day balled up and deadless
    They know not what they do
    All praise is due
    I'm big like easy, you big bamboon.
    (CHORUS)(2x)
    What's that? I didn't hear you
    Shut the fuck up
    Come on a little louder
    Shut the fuck up
    Everybody N 2 Gether Now
    Shut the fuck up
    What? Shut the fuck up
    Wha? Shut the fuck up

    Head strong, dead cong, get white dog
    Dead weight and dead wrong
    Let's get it on
    Twelve rounds a throw down
    Who hold crown?
    Protect land with bull power
    Limp Bizkit
    Get around like merry-go
    Bust a scenario
    Comin' through your stereo
    Why risk it?
    Life styles of the prolific and gifted
    Eight essantial vitamins and minerals delish
    Word on the street is they bit my thesis
    Knocked out they front teethis
    Trying to taste fine
    Actin' like they heard through the grapevine
    Don't beat 'em for the baseline
    Duke of eyebrow
    Pharmaceuticals
    Hard as hells said the cutical
    Where did you find that ma?
    So she killed the fool
    Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit rollin' a set
    Kick a hole in the speaker
    Pull the plug and inject
    Mic check
    So what's it all about?
    Where we gonna run?
    Maybe we can meet up on the sun
    Discretion is advised
    For the blood immerginized
    We're limpin' on the track with the Method
    So get the sun block
    Your gettin' one shot
    Until you dessolve I revolve
    Around everything you got
    From out of nowhere, prepare
    You'll be blinded by the glare
    I told you not to stare
    Now your turned into stone
    Without a microphone
    But don't you forget your in the zone.
    So shut the fuck up
    And take that shit back cause all your shits whack
    Do do with do do
    When it's weighed out like that
    Burnin' up your brain like a piston
    So all those who didn't listen
    Never even knew what they were missin'
    And now even knew the sky was falling down
    Wu-Tang Clan for the crown

    (CHORUS)(2x)

    It was over your head
    All day, every day
    S-I-N-Y 10304
    Wu-Tang Killer Bees and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
    Y 'all know the time
    Y'all know the rhyme
    It ain't easy being greazy
    In a world full of cleanliness and you know
    All that other maddness
    We gone, peace

    Limp Bizkit
    Method Man
    Rock the house y'all
    Bring it on