Dj....Premier...
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[Fred Durst]
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Uh uh uh
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Who could be the boss?
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Look up to the cross
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Stranded in the land of the lost
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Standin up I'm sideways
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I'm blazin up the path
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on and on the highways of rap
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Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal
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Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code
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I'm bashin all the media strikes
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To keep the media dikes
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As reinforcements for the fight
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And that alone
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Will keep John Gotti on the phone (haa haa)
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I'm tangled in the zone
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I got the bees on the track
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Where the fuck you at? (Tical!)
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Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now
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(Shut the fuck up!)
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I'm pluggin in them social skills
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That keep my total bills
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Above a million
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Last time I checked it
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Thank God I'm blessed with a mind that'll wreck it
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Wait until the second round and knock em out
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[Method Man]
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They call me Big John Stud
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My middle name Mud
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Dirty water flow
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Too much for you thug
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And can't stand the flood
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What up Doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
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The sureshot
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Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (learn)
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Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn)
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Playin wit minds
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will get you state time
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Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine
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Killa bees in the club
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Wit his ladybug
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Brought a sword to the dance floor
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To cut a rug
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Love is love all day
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Till they throw slugs
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And take another life in cold blood
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Can't feel me til its your blood
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Murder rates tremendous
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Crime is endless
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Same shit different day
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Father forgive us
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They know not what they do
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All praise is due
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Im big like easy
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And big bamboo
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[Chorus (Meth) 2x]
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Whats that, I didn't hear you
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(Shut the fuck up)
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Come on, a little louder
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(Shut the fuck up)
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Everybody in together now
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(Shut the fuck up)
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What huh
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(Just shut the fuck up shut the fuck up)
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[Meth]
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Head strong dead calm ??
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Dead weight to dead wrong
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Lets get it on
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Twelve rounds
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I'll throw down
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Wu whole crown
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Protect land wit 4 pound
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Limp Bizkit
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Get around like merry-go
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Bust a scenario
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Comin through your stereo
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Why risk it
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Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted
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8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious
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Word on the street is
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They bit my thesis
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Knocked out they front teefers
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Tryin to taste mine
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Actin like they heard it through the grapevine
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Dope fiendin for the bassline 2 for 5 rhyme
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Pharmacuticals
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hard as nails to the cuticles
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Where you find that monster she beautiful
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Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set
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Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject
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[Fred Durst]
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Mic check
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So whats it all about? (bout)
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And where we gonna run? (run)
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Maybe we can meet up on the sun
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Discretion is advised
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For the blood emergin eyes
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We limpin on the track with the Method
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So get the sunblock (sunblock)
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You gettin one shot (haa)
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Until you dissolve
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I revolve
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Around everything you got
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From outta nowhere
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Prepare
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You be blinded by the glare
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I told you not to stare
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Now you're turned into stone
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Without a microphone
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But don't you forget you're in a zone
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(So shut the fuck up)
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And take that shit back
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Cuz all your shits wack
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(Doo doo is doo doo)
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When its weighed out like that
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Burnin up your brain like a piston
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So all those that didn't listen
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Now they even knew what they were missin
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And now they even knew the sky was fallin
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Down
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Wu Tang Clan for the crown
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Meth]
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It was over your head
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All day and every day
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S I N Y 10304
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Wu Tang Killa Bees
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And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
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Y'all know the time
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Y'all know the rhyme
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It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness
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And, you know, all that other madness
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We gone Peace
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Limp Bizkit
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Method Man
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Rock the house y'all
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Bring it on
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N 2 Gether Now
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| Method Man |
