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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' with the
The run away slave I,
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks don' 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 THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

Missy 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 off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you this 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 chit-chatter
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 pretend to be me, they know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
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 Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to 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 of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid when record is played
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 damn every that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
other month I get a brand new car!