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[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

1: Timbaland]
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the 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 know what you heard, and I know what ya know
Well my folks don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP 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 hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliott]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy that'll get ya
You got man stop frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!