(feat. Missy Elliott)    [Intro: Missy Elliott]  We are the VA players  Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse  To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs  The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected  The run away slave I, Mistameanor  Escaping from all ya fraudulent players  Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley    [Verse 1: Timbaland]  It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you  Without some little nieces and nephews  To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through  Time's up, sorry I left you  Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits  Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)  As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone  As you hear it, pump up the volume  Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)  Mr. VA 'bout to set it off  Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know  Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)  So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh)  And put me on like you red alert  'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy  Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia    [Chorus: Missy Elliott]  DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and  COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)  And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs  We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)  Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca  COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)  'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets  So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)    [Verse 2: Missy Elliott]  When you say you love me, it doesn't matter  It goes into my head as just chit-chatter  You may think I'm egotistical or just very free  Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!  People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so  Let them pretend to be me, then they know  I hate when one, pretend to fantasize  Fact I despise, those who even try  Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking  Yo dream is over, career sinking  I told all of you, like I told all of them  Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!  In one ear and right out the other  "Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya mother  I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate  You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh    [Chorus]    [Verse 3: Magoo]  I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno  I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil  And understand I got the gift of speech  And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets  I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem  If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes  I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security  I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me  I get paid when your record is played  To put it short, heh I got it made  I'm talented, yes I'm gifted  My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted  You got cash? man stop frontin  Living off damn every record that you cutting  My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars  Every CD we split 48 bars  My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star  Every other month I get a brand new car!    [Chorus]