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[Intro: Elliot]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya we breaking off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr.

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
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 what ya
Well my folks done me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[Chorus: Elliot]
DJ's in the mix you better 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 it's the hottest shit, out on the
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

2: Missy Elliot]
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm or just very free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
I despise, those who even try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I all of them
say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it 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 I got the gift of speech
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 breaking in
I'm young, so my gun's my security
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 get ya lifted
You got cash? man frontin
Living off damn every that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name and I'm a supadupa star
Every month I get a brand new car!