Limp Bizkit

All the tension in the world today
All the little girls fillin' up the world today
When the good comes to bad the bad comes to good
But I'm 'onna live my life like I should (Like I should)
Now all the critics wanna hit it
The shit can't ever dig it
Just because they don't get it
But I'll stay fit
New error committed
Now this Red Cap gets a rap from his critics
We knew we always gotta cry (Always gotta cry)
Knew we always gotta live inside a lie
(Live inside a, live inside a lie)
Life's just a blast (Just a blast)
It's movin' really fast (Really fast)
You'd better stay on top
Or life will kick you in the ass
Follow me into a solo
Remember that, kid
So whatcha wanna do?
And where you gonna run
When you're starin' down the cable
Of my ... mic pointed at your grill like a gun
Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set
It's like russian roulette
When you're placin' your bet
So don't be upset
When you're broke and you're done
Cause I'm 'onna be the one 'til I jet
(I'm 'onna be the one 'til I jet)

*I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
And now you wanna hate me
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately
And now you wanna hate me
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

Does anybody really know the secret
Or the combination for this life and where they keep it
It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning
But everything happens for a reason
(Everything happens for a reason)
I don't even know what I should say
Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, a microphone abuser
I analyse every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist
And everybody wanna run (Wanna run)
Everybody wanna hide from the gun (Hide from the gun)
You take a rap through this life if you want
But you can't take the edge of the knife (No, sir)
And now you want your money back (Money back)
But your denied cause your brains fried from the sack
And there ain't nothin' I can do
Cause life is a lesson
You learn it when you're through

* Repeat

(Now... I... know... why...)
Now I know why you wanna hate me
...

Now I know why you wanna hate me (3x)
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately (3x)

Yo Boo, Irv Gotti, Black, and BJ outta wait the fuck up here man.
Shit done hit the fan, let's do dis shit man. Fo real.
Let's do it, what the fuck. There ain't
nuthin else to be said.

Yo, I got a empire with niggas with thug in they blood
I admire dem niggas, My desire is figgas
Rockland bitch, why hire some killas?
Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem niggas
Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six
Rock frost blue wrist, still cop two bricks
Cook crack in the pot, Push pats on the block
Cock the glock, pop up like jack in a box
He crazy insane, mommys say loco
I even push 'caine when the blow is slow
And when the dough got low, I got the high 'fo
Back in the same hood on the block for 'mo
Doorags, saggin pants, I'm baggin grams
Niggas smokin the joke, and den laughin at
"What if I get to blast a man?"
Aw shit! Boo watch out!

Oh shit, you capped dat nigga yo

You think I just got nice?
Well I been at niggas throats til it even got worse
And I got hennessy and coke in my system
Hot chicks, I fuck em and diss em
I'm out to cop bricks, cut em and split em
Put plenty in the bag, 20s on the jag
I'm a big faced getter, you get panties and brag
Fo Fo too heavy so I'm bustin the sag
Slow dough, that's petty, I ain't fuckin wit dat
It's fo real when I spit these bars
And cats like "Damn, How dis lil nigga get new cars?"
Stay high all day run around with thugs flippin pies all day
Rockland Nigga, so you better make way cuz we comin for niggas
Got guns? We ain't runnin from niggas, I know you heard dat!

My real bitches!
Sometimes I'm less than a bitch, never trustin a bitch
I'd rather get head than be fuckin a bitch

And it ain't nuthin different, that's the way we roll
It be them lame ass niggas given dough to hoes

Before I pay for a brick, she taste da shit
Put her back on a bus wit it taped to her hips

All my mommys rock Gucci
If we in the whip, put the dope in her koochie

All my chicks like Snoopy
I like dykes dat like dykes
But I don't like groupies
I Use to like tootie, and dat's a fact for ya life

I got chicks dat smoke, some roll dice
Others like to fight, but they all love ice

Hip hop niggas, they all thugs right?
Nah, get dropped nigga, betta get plugged right
Boo and Gotti true pimps, Rockland 4 life
Get it right!

Rockland!

For life nigga!

Boo and Gotti!

Fred: Who can 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 and brands me
like a barcode
I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes / Keep the media dykes
As re-enforcements for the fight / And that alone with keep John
Ghotti on the phone
Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track
Where the fuck you at? / (Method Man - Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now / (Method Man - Shut the
fuck up!)
I'm pluggin 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
I wreck it
Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out

Method Man: They call me big John stud
My middle name mud / Dirty water flow / Too much for you thugs
That can't stand the flood / What up doc? / Hold big gun like Elmer
Fudd
The sure shot / Mr. Meth I'm unplugged / Learn
Temperature's too hot for sunblock / Burn
Playin with minds can get you state time
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
Love is love all day 'til they both slug
And take another life in cold blood
Can't feel me? / Cause it's your blood / Murder is tremendous
Crime is endless / Same shit different day / Father forgive us
They know not what they do / Our praises do / I'm big like easy, ya
bigbamboo

*Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you?
Shut the fuck up! / Come on a little louder
Shut the fuck up! / Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the fuck up! / What? What?

Method Man: Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn
Deadweight they dead wrong / Let's get it on / Twelve rounds of
throwdown
Who hold crown? / Protect land with both pound
Limp Bizkit / Get around like merry-go / What's 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 their front teethes / Tryin to taste mine
Actin like they heard through the grapevine
Dope fiendin for the baseline / To provide rhyme
Pharmaceuticals / Hard as nails to the cubicle
Where you find that monster / She beautiful
Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit / Roll on the check /
Kick a hole in the speaker / Pull the plug and inject

Fred: Mic check
So what's it all about? / Where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun / Discretion is advised
For the blood of virgin eyes / Limpin on the track with Method
So get the sunblock / You get your one shot
Until you dissolve / I revolve around everything you got
From outta 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 you forget you're in the zone
(Method Man - So shut the fuck up!) / And take that shit back
Cause all your shit's whack / (Method Man - (Doodoo is doodoo)
When it's way down like that / Burnin up your brain like a piston
So all those who didn't listen / Never even knew what they were
missin
And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown

* repeat

Method Man: It was over your head all day every day
S-I-N-Y / 1-0-3-0-4 / Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
B-I-Z-K-I-T / Gotta know the time / Gotta know to rhyme
It ain't easy bein greezy / In a world of cleanliness and you know
all that other madness
We gone / Peace

Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on


Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm
all alone
I can't do this / Feel it / You guys feel it out there?
Check your head if you feel it / Hey, hey, hey
Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you
think

Alright partner...keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is
(Throw yo hands up)

(Ladies and gentlemen)
Chocolate Starfish
Keep on rollin' baby

Move in now move out (Thanks The LimpBizkit)
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4)

Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here
L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here
People in the house with them hands in the air
Cause if you don't care then we don't care
One two three time zoom to the 6
Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at punk?
Shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up
Before we fuck this track up
(Throw yo hands up)

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4)

YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit? - Yeah
You can't mess with the Bizkit - Why?
Cause we get it on - When?
Everyday and everynight - Oh
See this platnuim thing right here - Uh-Hu
Well we're doin it all the time - Wha?
So you better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes - Doh!

We got the game set
So don't complain yet
24/7 never beggin for a raincheck
Old school soldiers
Blastin out the hot shit
That rock shit
Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit
(Throw yo hands up)

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4)

Hey ladies Hey fellas
And the people that don't give a fuck
All the lovers all the haters
And all the people that call themselves playas
Hot mammas, pimp daddies
And the people rollin' in the Caddies
Hey rockers, hip-hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4)

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4)