[Intro: Missy Elliot]   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 let 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 done 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 Elliot]   DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and   COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)   And to the bootleggers dubbin' the bootleg   We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)   Stop dubbin' CD's from a friend and I'ma say it again, nigga   COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)   'Cause it's the hottest shit, out on the streets   So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)      [Verse 2: Missy Elliot]   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, FIST 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 Fat Joe   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 nigga 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]