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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected
The run slave I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya players
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

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

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again,
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just very 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 when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Rican but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nucca 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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!