LIMP BIZKIT - "n 2 gether now" Tablature
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Limp Bizkit
"N 2 Gether Now"
Tabbed by Rob Stewart (topdawg039@aol.com)
There is no guitar on this track, but, being amazingly skilled, I could arrange all the DJ sounds
and harp for guitar, but I wont. Who the hell wants to play this song on the guitar anyway?
But, if you do, email me and I'll send you the guitar tab. For now, I'll just do the lyrics.
******** I WILL SEND YOU MONEY IF YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT! **********************
********** EMAIL ME AT TOPDAWG039@AOL.COM *****************************************************
Verse 1 :
Who could be the boss, look up to the cross, stranded in the land of the lost.
Standin' up I'm sideways, blazin up the path, runnin on the highways of wrath.
Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal. Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code.
I'm dashing all the meteor strikes, keep the meatier dikes as reinforcement for the fight.
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone, tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track.
Where the f*** you at? Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now. (Shut the f*** up)
I'm plugging 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'll wreck it. Wait until the second round to knock em out.
Verse 2 :
They call me Big John Stud, my middle name Mudd
Dirty water flow too much for you thugs.
Can't stand the flood. What up, Doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot.
Mister Meth, I'm unplugged learn
Temperatures too hot for sunblock, burn.
Playing with the minds, they get you state time.
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mine.
Killer bee's in the club with his lady bug,
Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug.
Love is love all day till they throw slug
And take another life in cold blood.
Can't feel me till its your blood.
Murder rate's tremendous, crime is endless.
Same s***, different day.
Father, forgive us, they know not what they do.
All praises due, I'm big like easy, you big bamboo.
Verse 3 :
Head strong dead calm, dead by dawn.
Dead weight, they dead wrong, lets get it on.
Twelve rounds of throw down, who hold crown.
Protect the land with four 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 they front teethes, tryin to taste mine.
Acting like they heard through the grapevine.
Dope feenin for the baseline, two for five rhyme.
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles.
Where'd you find that monster? Shes beautiful.
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set,
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and inject.
Verse 4 :
My check. So what's it all about, where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet upon the sun.
Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes,
When limping on the track with the Method.
So get the sun block, you're gettin one shot.
Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got.
From out of 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 forget you're in a zone.
So, shut the f*** up and take that s*** back.
Cause all your s***'s wacked, dodo with dodo, when its weighed out like that.
Burnin up your brain like a piston, so all those who didn't listen,
Now they even knew what they're missin'.
And now they even knew that the sky was fallin down.
Wu Tang Clan for the crown.
Verse 5 :
It was over your head all day, every day. S I N Y one 0 three 0 four.
Wu Tang, Killer Bee and the Limp Bizkit.
Ya'll know the time, ya'll know the rhyme.
It ain't easy being greasy in a world full of cleanliness and... You know all that other madness.
We gone. Peace. Limp Bizkit. Method Man.
Rock the house ya'll, Bring it on.
===========================================================================================
Chorus:
Whats that I didn't hear you? (Shut the f*** up)
Come on a little louder. (Shut the f*** up)
Everybody N 2 Gether now (Shut the f*** up, just shut the f*** up, just shut the f*** up)
(Repeat)
===========================================================================================
********I WILL SEND YOU MONEY IF YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT**********************
**********EMAIL ME AT TOPDAWG039@AOL.COM*****************************************************
"N 2 Gether Now"
Tabbed by Rob Stewart (topdawg039@aol.com)
There is no guitar on this track, but, being amazingly skilled, I could arrange all the DJ sounds
and harp for guitar, but I wont. Who the hell wants to play this song on the guitar anyway?
But, if you do, email me and I'll send you the guitar tab. For now, I'll just do the lyrics.
******** I WILL SEND YOU MONEY IF YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT! **********************
********** EMAIL ME AT TOPDAWG039@AOL.COM *****************************************************
Verse 1 :
Who could be the boss, look up to the cross, stranded in the land of the lost.
Standin' up I'm sideways, blazin up the path, runnin on the highways of wrath.
Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal. Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code.
I'm dashing all the meteor strikes, keep the meatier dikes as reinforcement for the fight.
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone, tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track.
Where the f*** you at? Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now. (Shut the f*** up)
I'm plugging 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'll wreck it. Wait until the second round to knock em out.
Verse 2 :
They call me Big John Stud, my middle name Mudd
Dirty water flow too much for you thugs.
Can't stand the flood. What up, Doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot.
Mister Meth, I'm unplugged learn
Temperatures too hot for sunblock, burn.
Playing with the minds, they get you state time.
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mine.
Killer bee's in the club with his lady bug,
Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug.
Love is love all day till they throw slug
And take another life in cold blood.
Can't feel me till its your blood.
Murder rate's tremendous, crime is endless.
Same s***, different day.
Father, forgive us, they know not what they do.
All praises due, I'm big like easy, you big bamboo.
Verse 3 :
Head strong dead calm, dead by dawn.
Dead weight, they dead wrong, lets get it on.
Twelve rounds of throw down, who hold crown.
Protect the land with four 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 they front teethes, tryin to taste mine.
Acting like they heard through the grapevine.
Dope feenin for the baseline, two for five rhyme.
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticles.
Where'd you find that monster? Shes beautiful.
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set,
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug and inject.
Verse 4 :
My check. So what's it all about, where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet upon the sun.
Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes,
When limping on the track with the Method.
So get the sun block, you're gettin one shot.
Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got.
From out of 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 forget you're in a zone.
So, shut the f*** up and take that s*** back.
Cause all your s***'s wacked, dodo with dodo, when its weighed out like that.
Burnin up your brain like a piston, so all those who didn't listen,
Now they even knew what they're missin'.
And now they even knew that the sky was fallin down.
Wu Tang Clan for the crown.
Verse 5 :
It was over your head all day, every day. S I N Y one 0 three 0 four.
Wu Tang, Killer Bee and the Limp Bizkit.
Ya'll know the time, ya'll know the rhyme.
It ain't easy being greasy in a world full of cleanliness and... You know all that other madness.
We gone. Peace. Limp Bizkit. Method Man.
Rock the house ya'll, Bring it on.
===========================================================================================
Chorus:
Whats that I didn't hear you? (Shut the f*** up)
Come on a little louder. (Shut the f*** up)
Everybody N 2 Gether now (Shut the f*** up, just shut the f*** up, just shut the f*** up)
(Repeat)
===========================================================================================
********I WILL SEND YOU MONEY IF YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT**********************
**********EMAIL ME AT TOPDAWG039@AOL.COM*****************************************************
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