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[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away slave I,
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not nucca do what you gon do to me
I get when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every other I get a brand new car!