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Method Man Miscellaneous N 2 Gether Now Dj....Premier... [Fred Durst] 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 bashin 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 [Method Man] They call me Big John Stud My middle name Mud 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 (learn) 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 Im big like easy And big bamboo [Chorus (Meth) 2x] Whats 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 shut the fuck up) [Meth] 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 teefers 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 [Fred Durst] 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 emergin 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 2x] [Meth] 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 |
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