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# Debut Chart
70 Dec '99 Hot 100


(Fred Durst) Who can be the boss Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standing up, I`m sideways I`m blazing up the path Running on the highways of rap Choked up by the Smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and Brands me like a barcode

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I`m dashing all the meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As reenforcements for the fight And that alone will 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 (Fred) Let me hear you Pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man) Shut the fuck 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 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 Playing 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 the Dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day Til they both slug And take another Lfe 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 You big bamboo (CHORUS) 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, shut the fuck up What, shut the fuck up (CHORUS) (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 Trying to taste mine Acting like they heard Through the grapevine Dope fiending 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 Limping 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 (Fred) And take that shit back Cause all your shit`s whack (Method Man) Doodoo is doodoo (Fred) When it`s way down like that Burning up your brain like a piston So all those who didn`t listen Never even knew What they were missing And never even knew That the sky was falling down Wu-Tang Clan for the crown (CHORUS) (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 full of Cleanliness and you know All that other madness We gone, peace Limp Bizkit, Method Man Rock, rock, rock The house y`all Bring it on


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