Method Man - N 2 Gether Now - All in Together Now (The Neptunes Remix) lyrics

[Lady talking] Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the stone rockers I mean some real playas But tonight, they gon' do it all in together [Fred Durst] Uh, check on, uh Limp Bizkit [Verse 1: Fred Durst] 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 Lava stamps then brands me like a bar code I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media dykes As reinforcements 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 f** you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (Shut the f** up!) I'm pluggin' in them social sk**s 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 Stud, my middle name Mud Dirty water flow, too much for you thug And can't stand the flood, whattup Doc Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd the sureshot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (Turned) Temperatures too hot for sunblock (Burn) Playin' with mine's that get you state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind k**a bees in the club with his ladybug Brought a sword on 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 till it's your blood Murder rates tremendous, crime is endless Same sh** different day, father forgive us They know not what they do, all praise is due I'm big like Easy and Big Bamboo [Hook: Pharrell William, Method Man & Fred Durst] (2X) What's that, I didn't hear you (Shut the f** up!) Come on, a little louder (Shut the f** up!) Everybody in together now (Shut the f** up!) What huh (Shut the f** up!), oh (Shut the f** up!) [Verse 3: Method Man] Headstrong, dead calm, get it right on Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on Twelve rounds I throw down, who hold crown Protect land with 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 ba**line 2 for 5 rhyme Pharmaceuticals, 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 [Verse 4: Fred Durst] Mic check, so what's it all about? (Bout) And where we gonna run? (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 (Sunblock), you gettin' one shot (Ha) 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 f** up) And take that sh** back, cause all your sh**s wack (Doo doo is doo doo) when it's 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 never even knew that the sky was fallin' down Wu-Tang Clan for the crown [Hook] (2X) [Outro: Method Man] It was over your head, all day and everyday S.I., N.Y. 10304, Wu-Tang k**a 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' greasy 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)