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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, I left you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the 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 you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop CD's for ya friend 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 love me, it matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm or just very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I all of you, like 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 pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
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 that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every month I get a brand new car!