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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear speakers let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know ya know
Well my done told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

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

[Verse 2: Elliot]
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 they don't me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, like I all of them
say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the gift of
And it's a blessing, being them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!