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

[Verse 1:
It's been a time, I shouldn't have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump you hear them 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 folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers the bootleg
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from a friend and I'ma say it again,
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
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo is over, career sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, FIST 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 your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the gift of
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
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 cash? man stop
Living off damn every record that you
My name and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
other month I get a brand new car!