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

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
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 know what ya know
Well my done 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' 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 bootleggers dubbin' the
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' from a friend and I'ma say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause it's the 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 as just 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 pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"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 title, numero uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the of speech
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the 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 nigga 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 man stop frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!