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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some little and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know ya know
my folks don' told 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 THREE THE WAY!, comin' 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 bootleggers em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' 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 this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may I'm egotistical or just very free
Won'tcha say I go 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, pretend to
Fact I despise, those who try
between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I told all of
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
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 title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid your 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 every record 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 other month I get a new car!