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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, I left you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, pump up the
when you hear them speakers let 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 done told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the dubbin' the bootleg
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
dubbin' CD's from a friend and I'ma say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hottest shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"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 Fat Joe
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your 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 man stop frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!