Play the fucking track!
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Play that fucking track!!
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Oh there it is
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Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man
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That's right y'all
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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:]
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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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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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Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care
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See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
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Untouchable, branded unfuckable
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So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth
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Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out
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And then we'll see you slept 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, now when we roll
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You motherfuckers tuck in your gold
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Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin niggas up in limos
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It aint 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 bathroom 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 Paul 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 we said c'mon!!
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[HOOK]
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[DMX] It just don't get no darker than that kid with the barker
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Bald head with the boots who shoots to make it spark
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I'm a fair nigga, but aint nann nigga
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Quicker than the hand trigga, so if you dare nigga
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It'll be like your man tryin to hold your brain to your head
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But you'll be shittin on yourslef cuz 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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Just get the casket, I really need my ass kicked
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My mom never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
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I aint never been shit, and aint gon' be shit
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That's why I taste 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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And y'all niggas aint runnin a fuckin thing but your 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 get shit started
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Well people everywhere just get r |