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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

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

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It into 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 tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then 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, 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, that it takes to this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero 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 sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm young, so my gun's 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
off damn every record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other month I get a new car!