N 2 Gether Now Chords by Limp Bizkit, Method Man

Tempo:
87.8 bpm
Chords used:

E

G#

F#

Bm

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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N 2 Gether Now chords
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[Bm] DJ, come here, come here, come here.
Uh, uh.
Who could be the boss?
Look up to the cross, stranded in the land of the lost.
Standing up on 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.
I'm dashing all the media strikes, I keep the media dykes, as reinforcement for the fight.
Tonight alone I'll keep John Gotti on the phone.
Hang on in this door, I got the bees on the track.
Where the fuck you at?
Kakao.
Let me hear your tensions run your mouth now.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm plugging in them social skills to 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 and knock him out.
They call me Big Jarv Stub, my middle name Mug.
Dirty water flow, too much for you thugs.
I can't stand the flood, what up, Doc?
Whole big lung like Elmer Fudd, the show shot.
Mr.
Feff, I'm unplugged.
Learn, temperatures too hot, the sun flop.
Burn, playing with mines to get you stay time.
Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind.
Killer B's in the club with his lady bug.
Brought his sword to the dance floor to gut a rug.
Love is love all day till they go slug.
And take another life in cold blood.
Can't feel me?
Till it's your blood.
Murder rates tremendous, crime is endless.
Same shit different day, baller forgivers.
They know not what they do, all praise is due.
I'm big like [G#] EZ, your big bad fool.
Last time I didn't hear you.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on a little louder.
Shut the fuck up.
Everybody in the cabinet.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Last time I didn't hear you.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on a little louder.
Shut the fuck up.
Everybody [Bm] in the cabinet.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Head strong, dead calm, dead right, girl.
Dead weak, dead wrong.
Let's get it on.
12 rounds, throw down.
Who hold crown?
Protect land with a whole pound.
Lamb biscuit, get around like Mary Go.
What's the scenario?
Come into your stereo.
Why risk it?
Lifestyle of the proletariat gifted.
Need essential vitamins and minerals, delicious.
Word on the street is, they bit my feces.
Knocked out they front teeth is.
Trying to taste mine.
Acting like they heard through the grapevine.
Dope beaning for the baseline.
Super high-five.
Pharmaceuticals.
Hard as nails to the cuticle.
Where'd you find that monster?
She beautiful.
Wu-Tang and lamb biscuit.
Roll on the set.
Kick a hole in the speaker.
Pull a plug and then jack.
I like jack.
So what's it all about?
And where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun.
Discretion isn't wise for the blood of virgin eyes.
We're living on the track with the method.
So get the sunblock.
You're getting one shot.
Until you dissolve.
I reform around everything you got.
From out of nowhere.
Prepare.
You'll be blinded by the glare.
I told you not to stare.
Now you turn to the storm.
Without a microphone.
But don't you forget you're in the zone.
So shut the fuck up.
And take that shit back.
Cause all your shit's whack.
When it's laid out like that.
Burning up your brain like a piston.
So all those who didn't listen.
Never even knew what they were missing.
Never even knew that the sky was falling down.
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown.
what's sadder [G#] than to hear you Shut the fuck up, come on a little louder
Everybody in the Gavin' hour Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up What's sadder than to hear you
Shut the fuck up, come on a little louder [E] Shut the fuck up, everybody [B] in the Gavin'
hour Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Just [Em] shut the fuck [Bm] up
It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y
One O Three O Four Wu Tang Killer B's
And the Left B-I-Z-K-I-T's
Y'all know the time, y'all know the rhyme, it ain't easy being breezy in a world full of cleanliness and you know all that other madness we got.
Peace.
[E] [G#]
[F#m] [E]
[F#]
[E] [F#] [E]
[F#]
[E] [D#m]
[E] [F#]
[E] [G#] [N]
Key:  
E
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G#
134211114
F#
134211112
Bm
13421112
B
12341112
E
2311
G#
134211114
F#
134211112
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Let's start jamming Limp Bizkit, Method Man - N 2 Gether Now chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - D#m, E, F# and E in sequence. A good strategy is to initiate at 43 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 88 BPM. With the song's key of B Minor, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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[Bm] _ _ _ DJ, come here, come here, come here.
Uh, uh.
_ Who could be the boss?
Look up to the cross, stranded in the land of the lost.
Standing up on 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.
I'm dashing all the media strikes, I keep the media dykes, as reinforcement for the fight.
Tonight alone I'll keep John Gotti on the phone.
Hang on in this door, I got the bees on the track.
Where the fuck you at?
Kakao.
Let me hear your tensions run your mouth now.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm plugging in them social skills to 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 and knock him out.
They call me Big Jarv Stub, my middle name Mug.
Dirty water flow, too much for you thugs.
I can't stand the flood, what up, Doc?
Whole big lung like Elmer Fudd, the show shot.
Mr.
Feff, I'm unplugged.
Learn, temperatures too hot, the sun flop.
Burn, playing with mines to get you stay time.
Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind.
Killer B's in the club with his lady bug.
Brought his sword to the dance floor to gut a rug.
Love is love all day till they go slug.
And take another life in cold blood.
Can't feel me?
Till it's your blood.
Murder rates tremendous, crime is endless.
Same shit different day, baller forgivers.
They know not what they do, all praise is due.
I'm big like [G#] EZ, your big bad fool.
Last time I didn't hear you.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on a little louder.
Shut the fuck up.
Everybody in the cabinet.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Last time I didn't hear you.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on a little louder.
Shut the fuck up.
Everybody [Bm] in the cabinet.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Head strong, dead calm, dead right, girl.
Dead weak, dead wrong.
Let's get it on.
12 rounds, throw down.
Who hold crown?
Protect land with a whole pound.
Lamb biscuit, get around like Mary Go.
What's the scenario?
Come into your stereo.
Why risk it?
Lifestyle of the proletariat gifted.
Need essential vitamins and minerals, delicious.
Word on the street is, they bit my feces.
Knocked out they front teeth is.
Trying to taste mine.
Acting like they heard through the grapevine.
Dope beaning for the baseline.
Super high-five.
Pharmaceuticals.
Hard as nails to the cuticle.
Where'd you find that monster?
She beautiful.
Wu-Tang and lamb biscuit.
Roll on the set.
Kick a hole in the speaker.
Pull a plug and then jack.
I like jack.
So what's it all about?
And where we gonna run?
Maybe we can meet up on the sun.
Discretion isn't wise for the blood of virgin eyes.
We're living on the track with the method.
So get the sunblock.
You're getting one shot.
Until you dissolve.
I reform around everything you got.
From out of nowhere.
Prepare.
You'll be blinded by the glare.
I told you not to stare.
Now you turn to the storm.
Without a microphone.
But don't you forget you're in the zone.
So shut the fuck up.
And take that shit back.
Cause all your shit's whack.
When it's laid out like that.
Burning up your brain like a piston.
So all those who didn't listen.
Never even knew what they were missing.
Never even knew that the sky was falling down.
Wu-Tang Clan for the crown.
what's sadder [G#] than to hear you Shut the fuck up, come on a little louder
Everybody in the Gavin' hour Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up What's sadder than to hear you
Shut the fuck up, come on a little louder [E] Shut the fuck up, everybody [B] in the Gavin'
hour Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Just [Em] shut the fuck [Bm] up
It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y
One O Three O Four Wu Tang Killer B's
And the Left B-I-Z-K-I-T's
Y'all know the time, y'all know the rhyme, it ain't easy being breezy in a world full of cleanliness and you know all that other madness we got.
Peace. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[E] _ _ _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D#m] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[E] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _

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