[Fred Durst]
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Play the fuckin track!
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Play that fuckin track!! Oh there it is
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Limp Bizkit! DMX (what?)
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Redman (that's right y'all) Method Man
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We just keep on rollin baby
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Are you ready...
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Are you ready...
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Are you ready!!!
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[HOOK: Fred Durst]
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Move in now move out!
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Hands up, now hands down!
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Back up! Back up!
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Tell me what you gonna do now!
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Breathe in, now breathe out!
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Hands up, now hands down!
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Back up! Back up!
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Tell me what you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
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You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
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Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (What!)
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Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
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Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
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[Fred Durst]
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Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here
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L-I-M-P, Bizkit is right here
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People in the house put them hands in the air
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Cause if you don't care, than we don't care
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See I, ain't givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
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Untouchable, branded unfuckable
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So keep me in this cage, until you run that mouth
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Then I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck out
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And then we'll see who's left, after one round wit X
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And what am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and Meth
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So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up!
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And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up!
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Are you ready...
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Are you ready...
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Are you ready!!!
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[HOOK]
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[Method Man]
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Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
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Check my, dangerous slang atrocious
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When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
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What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
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I wave my Black Flag at the roaches
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who approaches, these twin, supersoakers
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Who have poisonous darts for culprits
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Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered
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You're left buttered up and lightly toasted
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So what, I drink and smoke too much
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So what I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!
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[Redman]
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Yo, yo
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Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your gold
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Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin niggaz up in limos
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It ain't nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
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Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose
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You bitches, swing the vine on the babboon nuts
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I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
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I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what?
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In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts
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[Method Man]
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My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
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Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow
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Yell if you want money, funny
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A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me
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Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit
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[Redman]
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Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented
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on Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes
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Smell up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
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Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it
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Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
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Fuck how many thugs players and ballers in it
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Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
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Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
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PPPPPPP P- P- POW!
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(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
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Yo he said c'mon!!
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[HOOK]
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[DMX]
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It just don't get no darker than that kid with the Parker
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Baldhead with the boots who shoots to make it spark
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Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann nigga
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quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
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It'll be like your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
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But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, already dead
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And at the funeral you won't need a casket
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Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a basket
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A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass kicked
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My moms never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
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I ain't never been shit, and ain't gon' be shit
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That's why I take shit, whenever I see shit
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It's just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
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And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
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And I'll be runnin you and your man straight up out
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While y'all niggaz ain't runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth
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[DMX bark]
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AAAAAAAAHHH!!!
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[HOOK]
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[Durst]
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You, wanna mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
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You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
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Because we get it on, (when?) every day and every night (oh)
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See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh)
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Well we doin it all the time (what?)
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So you better get some better beats
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And uh, get some better rhymes (oooh!)
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You really, really, really wanna
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Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)
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| Method Man |
