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

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers 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 folks don' me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' 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 bootleggers em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, 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 Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nucca 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
other month I get a brand new car!