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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 slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
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 hear them speakers it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I 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 like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

Missy 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 off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat between my {*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 out the other
"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 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 it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my my security
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 uppercut boy that'll get ya
You got cash? man stop
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!