N 2 Gether Now (GH Version)

DJ, Premier!
Uh, uh...
Who can 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
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
I'm dashin all the meteor strikes
Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight
And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at?
(Method Man) Tical
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
(Method Man) 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 the mind that I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I′ll knock him out
(Method Man:)
They call me big John stud
My middle name mud
Dirty water flow
Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood
What up doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
The sure shot
Mr. Meth I′m unplugged
Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock
Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there′s ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can′t feel me?
'Cause it's your blood
Murder rates tremendous
Crime is endless
Same shit different day
Father forgive us
They know not what they do
All praises due
I′m big like easy, ya bigbamboo
(Method Man:)
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? What?
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? What?
(Method Man:)
Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong
Let′s get it on
Twelve rounds of throwdown
Who hold crown?
Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go
Bust the 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 their front teethes
Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline
To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals
Hard as nails to the cuticle
Where you find that monster
She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
Roll on the check
Kick a hole in the speaker
Pull the plug and inject
(Fred:)
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 of virgin eyes
Limpin on the track with the Method
So get the sunblock
You get your one shot
Until you dissolve
I revolve around everything you got
From outta nowhere prepare
You'll 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 the zone
(Method Man) So shut the fuck up!
And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack
(Method Man) Doodoo is doodoo
When it′s way down like that
Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who 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
(Method Man:)
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? What?
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? What?
(Method Man:)
It was over your head
All day every day
S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees
And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Y'all know the time
Y′all know to rhyme
It ain′t easy bein greezy
In a world of cleanliness
And you know all that other madness
We gone
Peace!
:
Limp Bizkit, Method Man
Rock the house y'all, bring it on
-- Interlude --
Hey, wait up!
Where you guys going?
You′re not recording are you?
Are you?
I'm all alone
I can′t do this
Feel it, feel it
You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it
Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that's what you think
Every day is brighter than the next day
At least that′s what you think