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

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott 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 what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then 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 all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
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
Living off every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other month I get a new car!