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Joy
Joy
Joy, so
Joy

Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but have no clue
On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I
I move so in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, 'n' prove

ninety-two, I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from through
My belly out and sellin' out these
My skills, will fulfill, who drink booze

My is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake, I take on you and dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all

doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you on me this year your ass will lose
I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh
When I out get your release dates moved

This y'all gon' all lose sleep
I 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
year y'all gon' all lose sleep

This year y'all all lose sleep
When I 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC, I
Break, break, b-b-break, break,

I flow over a beat that make a chick blow
And those who try to compete to the I throw
So I drop it low, 808 low
Like oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Mr. Mos', this he compose
While I kill the track, leave ears decomposed
Fake rappers, year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy the show

Spit on break beats, make rappers sleep
Make labels unable they artists on leak
I 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and

I'm slowin', the track down, so you don't the shit
That Misdemeanor talkin' like chronic get you super high

This year y'all all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off
This year you hear a MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh,

This year y'all all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you a real MC
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off

See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I like all the time
I what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you around
out there mistreated your life'll be deleted

'Cause I play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin' is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy
the fame majors used to diss me

But now I'm on top, I'm hot I stop
Before my deal came my was sold out
been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you I keep it real

I'm who, Jones, Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
That's my cell number, hit me on the low, I got

Hold up, I see a lot of in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' up in a size 6 ladies
Be of yo' big-big feet
We came to party up in this