Missy Elliott [보컬,프로듀서,편곡,랩,제작자]

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
There's a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Eended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Whoa oh oah
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credits card
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevards
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
T G I F
T G I F
T G I F
T G I F
T G I F
T G I F

Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again

Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit

Missy be puttin it down, I'm the hottest round
I told y'all mother, y'all can't stop me now
Listen to me now, I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (NIGGA) then come on get me now (YES)
Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES)
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES)
Now people gather round, now people jump around

Go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on

WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? People you don't know?
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo, now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (NIGGA) lemme know
(HOLLA!!) Got to feel it son
Lemme throw you some..
People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio s
like we got a gun

QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
in yo' face
Open your mouth, give you a taste
(HOLLA!!) Ain't no stoppin me
Copywritten so, don't copy me
Y'all do it, sloppily
And y'all can't come, close to me (YES)
I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES)
I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES)
People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES)
Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style

... ich ni son shi..

"Cop That Shit"
(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]

He'z so bad, i hate to see him cummin
but i be frontin, makin he think he sumthin.
knowin i be lyin, when im up up on em covers
(up up on em covers, covers, covers)
YEAH he be kissin me
& YEAH i be smilin.
But he ain't doin nuttin for me
he ain't got me whylin'.
he ask me if i like it, i say YEAH cuz he tryin.
I only do it cuz i love him, mayne i be lyin..
i wonder if he know
last night i was fakin it, fakin it
last week i was fakin it, fakin it
a minute ago, but he dont even know that i was fakin it, fakin it
he dont know i was fakin it, fakin it
thought he was jus dat dude, but i was fakin it, fakin it
but imma jus tell him
imma just tell him
tell him that i was fakin it (YEAAH)
im so bad i be dancin on the mattress
and im so good i should be,become an actress
i should win an oscar for best supportin actor
i be like sally, ""he really really like me""
YEAH he be kissin me
& YEAH he be grindin'
But he ain't doin nuttin for me
he ain't got me whylin'
he ask me if i like it, i say YEAH cuz he tryin
I only do it cuz i love him
i wonder if he kno
last night i was fakin it, fakin it
last week i was fakin it, fakin it
a minute ago, but he dont even know that i was fakin it, fakin it
he dont know i was fakin it, fakin it
thought he was jus dat dude, but i was fakin it, fakin it
but imma jus tell him
imma just tell him
tell him that i was fakin it (YEAAH)
he be love makin'
and nigga i be fakin'
lookin at my faces
think he got my legs shakin'
then he hear me moanin'
i be groanin like its achein'
ask me is its good
well boy dont spend ur time wastin'
i am like an actress damn, i need an agent
really want him off me but i lay there real patient
damn im so amazin, damn im so amazin'
this is for my mans who be sick and tired of fakin' it
yeah he wanna taste this
got two in, engrave it
no clothes, butt naked
my mind i must erase it (erase it)
many men be softer than some raisons
sex i aint phasin'
im just sick of fakin' it
see most girls, would probably end up cheatin
most girls, would maybe even leavin him
(most girls)
but, with me there aint no reason
im gonna stay(stay)
cuz i cant do my baby like that
see most girls,wont have it any other way
but my baby put it down in another way....
most girls cant take it, wont make it
but, imma big him up, like he beat it up
last night i was fakin it, fakin it
last week i was fakin it, fakin it
a minute ago, but he dont even know that i was fakin it, fakin it
he dont know i was fakin it, fakin it
thought he was jus dat dude, but i was fakin it, fakin it
but imma jus tell him
imma just tell him
tell him that i was fakin it (YEAAH)

Know, know what I mean?

Fast car, fast car
I wanna meet your fast car
Take me on a comet ride
Shoot me past the fast car
I wish I owned that last car
You could be the end to
Everything my heart's asking for

Take me away
(So, so, far away)
I don't wanna feel no sorrow
Take me away
(So, so, far away)
I might not see tomorrow

Hey, hey

You tell me you can cure my addiction
(Addiction)
And you tear my feet off the ground
Everytime I would forget my affliction
(Affliction)
But I don't want to come down

It's just the high that your givin' me
(Givin' me)
Is worth a million tears and frowns
It's just the high that your givin' me
(Givin' me)
Is worth a million years on the ground

Take me up in your rocket ship
Take me so, so far away
(Away)
Let me forget all the good shit
Take me so, so far away
(Away)

I need a face that's not mine that fits me
Just get me to forget misery
Yes indeed, we just be
In misery, yes indeed
We just be up high
When I'm with you
When I'm with you

You tell me you can cure my addiction
(Addiction)
And you tear my feet off the ground
Everytime I would forget my affliction
(Affliction)
But I don't want to come down

It's just the high that your givin' me
(Givin' me)
Is worth a million tears and frowns
It's just the high that your givin' me
(Givin' me)
Is worth a million years on the ground

You remind me of my Mercedez Benz
For you I spend all my years
You might wanna meet my friends
And I might wanna have your kids
I name 'em Shaniqua , Bonita, Rashawn

And baby, you can take me far away
See the moon and the stars
Now can't nobody do it like you do
(What?)
I admit you got to go
(What?)

Me and you, just us two
Spread my love like a swine flu
Ay, you got me high
Wanna touch the sky
You know you love me right?
Let's sing this lullaby

Yeah, you could be my fast car
Maybe be my Jaguar
Baby, what you isn't are
Make me see the moon and stars
I wanna touch the moon

Get some of this poom, poom
Ride it like zoom, zoom
Make him drop this fruit of the loom
He want my peach fair Victoria underwear
I love 'em, oh so swell
And yep, he love my fruit cocktail

I keep it real, baby
I love 'em crazy, baby
I'm a name brand bitch
She just don't need it, baby
You better stay with me
Sexy is what I need
I'm a F-A-S-T C-A-R M- ISS -E

You tell me you can cure my addiction
(Addiction)
And you tear my feet off the ground
Everytime I would forget my affliction
(Affliction)
But I don't want to come down

It's just the high that your givin' me
(Givin' me)
Is worth a million tears and frowns
It's just the high that your givin' me
(Givin' me)
Is worth a million years on the ground

High that you're givin' me
High that you're givin' me
High that you're givin' me
High that you're givin' me
High that you're givin' me

Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle
"Missy", The princess is here "Ciara"
This Beat Is -

Automatic, supersonic,
hypnotic, funky fresh
Work my body, so melodic,
this beat rolls right through my chest(ya)

Everybody, ma and papi, came to party
Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body
Let me see you 1,2 step

Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see you 1,2 step
I love it when you 1,2 step
Everybody 1,2 step
We about to get it on

This Beat Is
Outrageous, so contagious,
make you crave it
jazze made it
So retarded,top charteed,
ever since the day I started

Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it
Goodies make the boys jump on it
No I can't control myself
Now let me do my 1,2 step

Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see you 1,2 step
I love it when you 1,2 step
Everybody 1,2 step
We about to get it on
We gone drop it like this

It don't matter to me, we can dance slow
Whichever way the beat
drops our bodies will flow
So swing it over here Mr. DJ
And we will, we will, Rock you

It don't matter to me, we can dance slow
Whichever way the beat
drops our bodies will flow
So swing it over here Mr. DJ
And we will, we will, Rock you

I shake it like Jello, make the boys say hello
cause they know im rockin the beat
i know you heard about a lot of great MCees
But they ain't got nothin on me
Because Im 5 foot 2, i wanna dance with you
And Im sophistcated fun, I eat fillet minon
Im nice and young, Best believe im number one

Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see you 1,2 step
I love it when you 1,2 step
Everybody 1,2 step
We about to get it on

Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on

Let me see you 1,2 step
I love it when you 1,2 step
Everybody 1,2 step
We about to get it on

This is for the hearing impared
A jazze pha production -

When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up turn it up
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up let's go
The dance train
is coming back again
Extravaganza you should run
and tell a friend
Kings and queens are posted
at the bar
Buckin down it's time to
tip it off
Walk that walk walk
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk talk
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you you better
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
You better shake that
thang like a donkey
And go hard for it bitch
you better work
You better swing from a paw
like a monkey
And go hard for
it you better work
Cause big girls get down on the flo
And make it jiggle jiggle jiggle
you ain't know
Ain't no shame
it's the name of game
Now everybody down to the
flo here we go
We got the rhythm of the be be beat
We got the rhythm of the beat
We got the rhythm of the hands
Let's get the rhythm of the feet
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out here we go
Walk that walk walk
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk talk
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you you better
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up let's go
When the song start to play
tell the DJ Back it up
And if you want the danceflo
you tell the DJ Back it up
This your jam this your joy
Hey Mr DJ back it up
This that new Ciara go holla
at the DJ Back it up
Now drop down everybody
in a club drop down
Jiggle that jiggle that
Till it drop till it drop
till it drop
all the way all the way
down to the ground
We in a club in a club don't stop
When the song come on don't stop
Me and Ci be on dessert
All the ladies on the flo
you better work
be a fight in this club
A fight in this club
so get into my mug
Get into my mug
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
I bet ya can't do it
like me like me
I bet ya can't do it
like me me me
I bet ya can't do it
like me like me
I bet ya can't do it
like me me me
Get some get some
Get buck get buck
Get some get some
Get buck get buck Work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Ow
Work

When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up turn it up
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up let's go
The dance train
is coming back again
Extravaganza you should run
and tell a friend
Kings and queens are posted
at the bar
Buckin down it's time to
tip it off
Walk that walk walk
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk talk
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you you better
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
You better shake that
thang like a donkey
And go hard for it bitch
you better work
You better swing from a paw
like a monkey
And go hard for
it you better work
Cause big girls get down on the flo
And make it jiggle jiggle jiggle
you ain't know
Ain't no shame
it's the name of game
Now everybody down to the
flo here we go
We got the rhythm of the be be beat
We got the rhythm of the beat
We got the rhythm of the hands
Let's get the rhythm of the feet
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out here we go
Walk that walk walk
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk talk
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you you better
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up let's go
When the song start to play
tell the DJ Back it up
And if you want the danceflo
you tell the DJ Back it up
This your jam this your joy
Hey Mr DJ back it up
This that new Ciara go holla
at the DJ Back it up
Now drop down everybody
in a club drop down
Jiggle that jiggle that
Till it drop till it drop
till it drop
all the way all the way
down to the ground
We in a club in a club don't stop
When the song come on don't stop
Me and Ci be on dessert
All the ladies on the flo
you better work
be a fight in this club
A fight in this club
so get into my mug
Get into my mug
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
I bet ya can't do it
like me like me
I bet ya can't do it
like me me me
I bet ya can't do it
like me like me
I bet ya can't do it
like me me me
Get some get some
Get buck get buck
Get some get some
Get buck get buck Work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Ow
Work

When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up turn it up
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up let's go
The dance train
is coming back again
Extravaganza you should run
and tell a friend
Kings and queens are posted
at the bar
Buckin down it's time to
tip it off
Walk that walk walk
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk talk
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you you better
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
You better shake that
thang like a donkey
And go hard for it bitch
you better work
You better swing from a paw
like a monkey
And go hard for
it you better work
Cause big girls get down on the flo
And make it jiggle jiggle jiggle
you ain't know
Ain't no shame
it's the name of game
Now everybody down to the
flo here we go
We got the rhythm of the be be beat
We got the rhythm of the beat
We got the rhythm of the hands
Let's get the rhythm of the feet
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out
Jump in jump out here we go
Walk that walk walk
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk talk
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you you better
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
turn it up turn it up let's go
When the song start to play
tell the DJ Back it up
And if you want the danceflo
you tell the DJ Back it up
This your jam this your joy
Hey Mr DJ back it up
This that new Ciara go holla
at the DJ Back it up
Now drop down everybody
in a club drop down
Jiggle that jiggle that
Till it drop till it drop
till it drop
all the way all the way
down to the ground
We in a club in a club don't stop
When the song come on don't stop
Me and Ci be on dessert
All the ladies on the flo
you better work
be a fight in this club
A fight in this club
so get into my mug
Get into my mug
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
Get buck get buck
I bet ya can't do it
like me like me
I bet ya can't do it
like me me me
I bet ya can't do it
like me like me
I bet ya can't do it
like me me me
Get some get some
Get buck get buck
Get some get some
Get buck get buck Work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Bitch you better work
Ow
Work

When the song come on in the club
Put it up, put it up, put it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up (Rewind!)
When the song come on in the club
Put it up, put it up, put it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, (let's go!)

The dance train is coming back again
Extravaganza, you should run and tell a friend
Kings and queens are posted at the bar
Buckin' down, it's time to tip it off

Walk that walk (walk)
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk (talk)
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you, you better...

Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch, you better work!
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch, you better work!

You better shake that thang like a donkey
And go hard for it bitch, you better work
You better swing from a paw like a monkey
And go hard for it, you better work

'Cause big girls get down on the flo'
And make it jiggle, jiggle, jiggle you ain't know
Ain't no shame, it's the name of game
Now everybody down to the flo', here we go

We got the rhythm of the be-be-beat
We got the rhythm of the beat
We got the rhythm of the hands
Let's get the rhythm of the feet
Jump in, jump out
Jump in, jump out
Jump in, jump out
Jump in, jump out (here we go!)

Walk that walk (walk)
Show me how you move it
Can you walk that talk (talk)
Put some snap into it
It's your chance now
Girl you better dance now
It's your time to show it all
The spotlight is on you, you better...

Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch, you better work!
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work bitch, you better work!

When the song come on in the club
Put it up, put it up, put it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

When th

Uh, hit me

[Missy]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe you won't be wit' me

[Missy] (Nicole)
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)

[Missy]
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know I'm in control
See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history

[Missy] (Nicole)
Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)

[Missy] (Nicole)
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know what's wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)

[Missy] (Nicole)
Why you all in my grill (All in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)

Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)

[Missy]
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?

If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough?
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?

[Big Boi]
Aight, uh
Why you all in my grill?
I'm thinkin' it's time to chill
Yeah, but you on a drill, though
I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville
Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend
And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's
And your Frederick's
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria
But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you
To give you to the "G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin'
Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee
And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G
Yeah, yeah

Uh, hit me

[Missy]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe you won't be wit' me

[Missy] (Nicole)
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)

[Missy]
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know I'm in control
See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history

[Missy] (Nicole)
Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)

[Missy] (Nicole)
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know what's wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)

[Missy] (Nicole)
Why you all in my grill (All in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)

Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)

[Missy]
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?

If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough?
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?

[Big Boi]
Aight, uh
Why you all in my grill?
I'm thinkin' it's time to chill
Yeah, but you on a drill, though
I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville
Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend
And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's
And your Frederick's
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria
But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you
To give you to the "G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin'
Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee
And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G
Yeah, yeah

[Timbaland]
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?

Missy, bring it in

[Missy]
Why you played on me?
Wasn't I good enough for you?
(Wasn't I good enough)
All those other girls you've been with
Can't do like I do (Do, do)
Gave you all my dough
When you needed it all the time
And if you planning on leavin' me again
Then give me a sign

(Say what, say what)

[702]
1 - Beep me 911
Or call me on my cell phone
I'll call you back
To see what you gon' tell me
You don't wanna date
No if's ands or waits
It's over babe
Beep me 911
Or call me on my cell phone
I'll call you back
To see what you gon' tell me
You don't wanna date
No if's ands or waits
It's over babe

[Missy]
Why you cheatin' on me?
Can you tell me what I've done
I thought you was the one
But you just a hit and run
Gave up clubs and parties
I put them aside
(I stopped going to all the parties)
Left me in the dark with no kind of sign
(Why don't you give me a sign)

Repeat 1

All my friends say
I can do better than you
(Say what, say what)
Maybe they was right
Cuz I feel like a fool
(Fool, fool)
But I can't let you go
Until you take some time
To tell me why you left me without
A God damn sign
(Say what, say what)

Repeat 1

[Timbaland]
Magoo, Magoo

[Magoo]
Type of nigga' made built to last
Look homegirl I pump like gas wind
Get ya friend and ya girl and them
My sex drive workout like a gym can
Was the girl that I used to hit
You the girl that I got to quit
See the kitty cat
Gotta gold it like a light
In the night you the freak I'm out wit
Don't bite
No diggity, who took you out
No doubt when I first got down
Made the bro' shout
Look out, make it live
Dip and dive, stayin' alive
Shoot me sugar, there it is
Now we talkin' square biz
I'm leaving you without a reas(on)
What I steal, but a kiss
What you think, I'm hen pecked?
Girl, get yo mind checked
Take the time, recollect
I just gave you disrespect

[Timbaland]
Ahh Like that? Like that?
Beep me 911 baby
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Say what? Say what?
Misdemeanor, 702
What cha'all gonna do fellas?
Don't beep them 911
Don't beep them 911
Don't beep them 911

My best friend say
She sick of me cryin on the phone
Tellin how the Men are doggin me
My best friend say
Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl
She ain't showin me no sympathy
My best friend say
If she was me she'd let you go long long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
I'll be there

Chorus:
I'll still be there for you
In your time of need
You can lean on me
Come on
I'll be there for you

I'll be there for you
In your time of need
You can lean on me
Come on
I'll be there for you

My best friend say
I can stay with her
At her house no doubt any time I like
My best friend say
Don't let you ruin my life
Cuz you don't do for me
And you don't act right
My best friend say
If she was me she would let you go long long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say

Chorus x 2

Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style
Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard
Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard
Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word?

[Missy] Slim Shady (4X)

[Eminem]
Well I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
And bunch a bitch in the nose til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate: girls women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up and drop kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin [*edited*] and his [*edited*] and love it
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
Lookin for some other thug, to beat the crap out
I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] Yeah
[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
[Shady] Yeah
[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] Yeah
[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..

[Eminem]
I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
full of earl, head swirls every time the toilet swirls *flush*
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse
to give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
and waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin
You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin

[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] What's the deal?
[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady
[Shady] Yeah.. who?
[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady
[Shady] What's the deal?
[Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy ..

[Missy]
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo

"It's not from this planet"
"Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"

[Eminem]
Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor..
Timbaland.. Slim Shady..
Misdemeanor..

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs
with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you
(AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
and shot every window out on the way down to the ground (KEEP FILMING!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

[Missy]
Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy!!! Get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind!
I think somebody done pissed her off this time!
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It's rainin rainin and it's pourin loud
Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now

Uhh.. one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo
Ay yo yo yo yo
Ay yo Missy

I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes
on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia
Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears.
What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this
mutha fucka before I bounce.
Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy.
One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit.

Check it out.
Ah hahahah!

I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian
Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with virgin-akins.
Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh.
If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk and a little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss me!

See who is he,that girl right there who is she?
It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act like a fuckin' sissy.
No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they
askin' who is he?

I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major
effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackin' stacks and then countin' em
Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album

Word up! Flip Mode is the mutha fuckin' squad!
Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya.
Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed!Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one!
Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha fuckas!

Stay Tuned.

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes]
An right about now at this particular time as we bring this lp to a close
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flip mode squad would like to congratulate you all for being such a wonderful audience and taking the time out of your busy day to day living to do the knowledge take in and observe and absorb and listen and feel the all emotional rollercoaster of this lp thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland the official banging shit hip-hop music, soul music, R&B music
ya'll muthafuckas don't know this is that official full-fledged shit and until tha next time? chicken niggas they say?

See it's two type of bitches in the world, heh
Ya got a broke bitch
You got a rich bitch
That would explain what I am
And what my girl, Missy is
We the rich mutha fuckin' bee-itches

That's right
And then you got a bitch like me
Who just stand above all bitches
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you knowumsayin'?
But y'all know what the fuck I mean
I'm the queen bitch, that's right mutha fucka, what?
Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me
A mutha' fucka' ain't takin' my title
Or my girl Missy title
Or my girl Mary title, what?
That's right

See only bitches like us
Is allowed to play a game of chess
You see, a real queen needs a king
You damn mutha' fuckin' right
I don't want a nigga laying up under me
That can't do for me
What I can't do for my mutha' fuckin' self

So when y'all see me in the street?
This is what I want y'all to do
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
Say it along, say it along now, say
"She's a bitch"

[Missy]
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor
He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on
I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone
I looked at him and all he could say was
Damn baby, bring it on
I talk shit but I come through like a storm
I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm
And all he could feel, was this love baby

I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a
I don't give a

I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He aint' checkin' for you

I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a
I don't give a

I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He aint' checkin' for you

[Missy]
I was in love
That's what it was when I met you
In love
And no one could ever talk about you
But it sucks, so many lies and alibis
In love

[1] -[Beyonce and Missy]
Crazy feelings
Make me stay in love with you
Crazy feelings
Make me stay in love with you

[Beyonce]
So in love
I just didn't see the wrong you did
In love
But now that I know I can admit
It was love that made me a fool, a silly fool
In love, oh crazy

[Repeat 1]

[Missy]
You was always in my face, all the time
Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie
You was always in my face, all the time
Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie

[Repeat 1 until fade]

Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy

[Redman]
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music
I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck
An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck

[Missy]
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me

[Redman]
It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight
Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets
We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
To my um blada a boom glada

[Missy and Redman]
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do

[Redman]
Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car

[Missy]
I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so
Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes
I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
I gotta say no more, BITCH!
Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out

Missy:
Yeah
A little slow jam
Kiss me Hold me
The weatherman says it's gonna be
Cold tonight
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever man you wanna do
I'll be the pilot
Don't miss your flight
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Until we reach the game
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Ginuwine:
Take me higher
Let's just go for a little
Joy Ride
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Let's stay
Buckled up
And let's make love
Across the friendly skies
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain Stay in my seat
Till I reach the gate
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain
I stay in my seat
I want you (I want you)
Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want)
I really really wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you
I want you
Yes I do (I want you)
Baby Baby, I want you
(I know you know what I want)
I really really wanna (fuck) you
I really wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna
Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you need
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you crave
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane
Yeah
Electronic Voice:
Missy fly with me
Missy fly with me, fly with me
Missy fly with me
Missy fly with me, fly with me

Verse One:
Close your eyes
Visualize
Space and I verbalize
You chastize
But can't stop my enterprise
Put your rhymes in a line
Put your raps in a stack
I'll break you and your singer like Jinga
I mean um
I spit like knee
On you this tight thing
Space nine enferno
One verbs be frightening
And for the sword fights tonight
My entourage is in camoflauge
Remove your mask
Let down your visage
But don't slip up
Cause when I was in my ship
That's when I get ripped up
The whole world
Fuck it
G-S-E committee
Got your panties shitty
Click you sick
Callosso with itty bitty
Space and Missy
Sip my style till your pissy
Virgina bitch galactic
Chorus:
I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Verse Two:
Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
Act like you know me
Fly, as friends be
Sizzling, I'm chilling
Man, you twisting
You sissy, you dis me
You wish we was fucking tight
Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala
Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla
This bottle of remmy, got plenty
Of weed
So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please
See's, no one, fly like these
Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
Please, little one, please
You know my rhymes get tight
When I smoke all night (chorus comes in)
Chorus
Verse Three:
We high tech like Timbo's
Slap faces of dirty hoes
N-Y-M-B-A
Dirty combo when we play
Swirl like the milky way
Deep like my black hole
I oppose, to expose
Chemical gases up your nose
Fade away like ozone
Quazars, moves and shit
Hey yo Missy, where da clip?
I think I need a hit
Shitty bees up in da place
Wanna be down with whoever
Be all up in his face but aint even on the level
I pull your wig back
Let of steam like nasty pools
That heat be to hot
Melt down, now up in pot
Count down, 3-2-1, lift off
Now over tize, Venus we circlize
And mars we tantalize
Comatize like Hale-Bopp
Smoking trees non stop
Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline
Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away
To the moon
We shine like stars
Lock down like metal bars
Chorus
My style is a one-in-a-million
I flow on and on and on
My rhymes give you a really good feeling
All day long
(repeat

Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Uh hey
Are you really a hot boy
Oh check me
[Verse One]
What's your name cause I'm impressed
Can you treat me good I won't settle for less
You a hot boy a rock boy
A fun toy tote a glock boy
Where you live is it by yourself
Can I move wit' you do you need some help
I'll cook boy I'll give you more
I'ma fly girl and I like those
[CHORUS]
Hot boyz
Baby YOU got what I want
See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa
Hot boyz
Baby YOU got what I want
See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce
Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa
[Verse Two]
Is that your car, the SK8
Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date
Come get me, get me
Don't dis me, don't trick me
I got some friends, can they come too
Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you
A hot boy, a rock boy
A top boy, and I like those
[Repeat CHORUS]
[Rap]
Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets
Dig in yo wallets
Money I'm foundin'
Yea you got my heart poundin'
You a hot boy, drive a drop boy
With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy
Don't give me no reason
I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin'
Make me believe it
I want alot boy, with a hot boy
Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy
Hot boyz
Baby YOU got what I want
Won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin' you like instantly
Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh)
And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh)
Where you at (ooh ooh)
Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh)
And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh)
Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz)
Hot boyz
[Lil' Mo]
Hot boyz, I like 'em like that

Verse One:

Nigga, watz up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking ten of me
When I'm sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background)
Fido, I go
Scoop Lil' Kim
Me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus comin
They hear the bass rumblin
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown

Chorus:

My style of rappin, my style
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
My styles the bomb diggy, my style
My style of rappin
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm
My style the bomb diggy

Verse Two:

I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies
Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from the rabies
Swayze,maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame
I'm too high for that
I'm great like the dane
Mane on main
If you decide to put your hands
On my fucking light
Like the ciggarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
>From the pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know

Chorus

Verse Three:

You beg to be put on like cats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well I'm sorry Sam
God damn, ou ain't family
You hounding me, pounding me
With the same old story
You bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your bootie?
Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean
Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
What you want nigga?

I'm talking about my style
I am the flyest then RZA now
I'm talking about my style
Let me tell you about Missy's style

Chorus

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
And Lil' Kim be talking more shit
Da Brat be talking more shit
Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
702 talk shit
And Aaliyah talk shit
Ginuwine be talking more shit
And I be talking more shit
And Total be talking more shit
Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit
Jimmy talking shit too
We out

Verse One:
I pulls up in my strech I let my homegirls flex my 9 8
close and closer they follow in my Limo playin' cd's
of when I used to HeeeHee totally in my ass cheecks
they sweat these beets for any kinda jeeps you know how
I is so freakin' hot that I siz Geewiz get my clothes taylored
like I'm Liz Miz I'm commin' for your ass in a min seconds or hours
Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers I cruse these beets like
I'm
drivin' Eddie Bauer,some of ya'll mc's mad I got the power,I hit you
with the Pllllll pmm uhh,take that,niggaz wanna step well um UHH take
that,what mmm uh uh take that,yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chorus:
Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah
hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah
Blizzy Blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay
none of y'all fools ain't got shit on me
*repeat*
Verse two:
M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe
Timberland where you get the doe
I'ma get my niggaz
niggaz go and get ya hoes
flows to come so natural
I'ma take a stroll role this high droll
I'ma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh
slow oh down diggy diggy doh
Chorus:2x
Bridge:(Missy singin')
You never heard beets like this before
when me and Timberland walk throught the door
our style be tighter then before,
you like our steelo
(repeat 2x)
Chorus till end

Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album
but before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me
through my ups and downs and through my whole period
of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with
the beats and all the people who appeared on my album
Make it hot, aight, I'm out

It's all about (yo)
Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me)
An the next thing is about (yo)
The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?)
I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo)
Yo (can you feel me, what?)
And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY

[Missy]
There's a party
I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize
As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me
So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls me
As I walk to the D.J and I say

[1] - Mr. D.J., spin it one more time
We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times
Move your feet with me, move your hands with me
See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see

[2] - Mr. D.J., spin it one more time
We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times
Move your feet with me, move your hands with me
See how easy its gon' be for you..

[Missy]
You say your a baller
Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your dollars
To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler
We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the morning
but before I go this is what I say

[Chorus]
[Repeat 1, then 2]

[Bridge] - M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M

[Lady Saw]
Mr. D.J play that one more time,
so me and missy elliot can move we waistline,
yo, tell the guys don't waste we time,
cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo,
there a party over here and say its phat you know,
let go me hand so me can look for man ya now,
you see me face and me know that me red ya know,
buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know,
know, know, uh what me say yo yo,
we'll be dancing until tomorrow,
no other party is slammin you wan go,
sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno,
fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo,
bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo,
tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop,
spin it again rewind from the top,
Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli-ott
when we drop ya know that's uh road
block, block, block, ya can't block,
road block, block, a road block,
ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot,
ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, SEEN?
Its a party, and ya da'no its all about weight....

Bitches
I never wanna hang with bitches
Since I turn Missy
Every bitch I meet be booty lickin
My ass they kissin
But I feel like they way to picky
I use to know a guy name Ricky
Oh really?
Don't piss me off and
Son, better let ya'll know you lucky
Cause if I come out buckin
The whole world better be duckin
Cause I roll with Puffy
No Doubt
Shit turned out get lucky
No matter what you still love me
You whack, you buggin

Chorus:
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

Niggas
I always keep a good nigga
I get him for his figures
I A-K-A gold digga
See me with him
In a jewelry store
Buyin glitta
Should I not or should I?
I'm a get em, I'm a get em
Bitches
They mad cause I be flossin
Yeah this pussy costin
Tired and we tossin
You know I'm rockin
Cause there will be no stoppin
All that shit you poppin
What that shit you talkin

Chorus

[Timbaland]
Welcome y'all
To Timbaland and Missy hit factory
A lot of people try and sneak in
And get the ingredients
But I am da man behind the ingredients
So please come to me with the recipe baby

You see me on the videos
And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
Mic check 1-2-1-2
Here I go
My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so
You see me on the videos
And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
Mic check 1-2-1-2
Here I go
My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so

Being caught up in the fame
A part of the glamour and glitz
Platinum rings and different things
How easy we forget

For it is him, the Lord Almighty
Who allows us our success
When you on top above the charts
How easy we forget

Do you think without him
You would be who you are?
For if he made Heaven and earth
He also made you a star

So as we reach the year two thousand
You know there's one higher than us
And I come to be that tool to tell you
In God we must trust
Love you

To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi
Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my
Give yo' ass a black eye
Oh, say bye-bye
I'mma give your body to the sky
Run through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'mma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lotta chips
Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips

She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I roll up my sleeves

1 - She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame

Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop
I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock
I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire
I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar
Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh?
Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh?
Better you runnin' out the door, huh?
You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say?

Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay
Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me
Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May
Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay
55, 65, hike
75, 85, test the mic
95, Missy wild for the night
105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped

2 - She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got mo' cheese
Back on up while I roll up my sleeve

She's a
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?

Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know
Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know
If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know
I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now
Anybody know my skills, what the deal
Anybody feel my skills, it's the real
Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill

Repeat 2

Repeat 1

Party Time (Uh uh)
Uh (Say what?)
Uh huh (Yo)
Uh (Say what)
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh Uh (What)
Uh huh (One more)
Uh (Yo, yo bring it to me)

Come here baby, let me blow your mind
I'mma spit shine like turpentine
I love niggas, all different kinds
I'mma show you all how to work the spine
If you a playa then you sure ain't mine
I'mma cut you off like circumcise
I'm a real chick and it no surprise
If you dialin' me then you must realize

1 - I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music
I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'mma shake my ass down to the music

Come on baby let's do the bump
Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk
Don't front, smoke a pound of funk
Something real quick like uuuh, uuuh
Got tens in the back of the jeep
If you got a friend and he all on me
Could it be he's a fan of me?
Or could it be he see that I'm Missy?

Repeat 1

Eh baby, why you trippin' for?
Cause I'm on top and you're down below
You want me or you want my dough?
Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do'
Eh yo boo, I think you know
That I got gats and they crack the floor
Missy take shit no more
So all that talk is no, no, no

Repeat 1 (4x)

Yo
Misdemeanor, uh
Timothy, uh
And Aaliya uh
Motherfucker now, uh
Ginuwine, uh
Maganoo, uh
Drop, play it
One two, motherfucker

Do it do it do it do it do it, no!

[Missy]
I was lookin for affection
So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction
I'll be out of control
Let's take it to perfection
Just you and me
Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me
Nownownow now sock it

1 - Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to
I can take it like a pro and you'll know
Do it long bro with a back stroke
My hormones are jumpin like a disco
I be poppin mats like some Crisco.
And all you gotta say is that Missy go
And when you say it though I want it moved slow

I'm at your house around midnight
Don't fall asleep
It'll just be me me me on a late night creep
I'ma show you thangs,that you can't believe
Jump in this b-e-beat
And won't you sock it to me?

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

[Da Brat]
Uh why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like Ree-Ree
The baddest industry bitches of the century
Hit hard like penitentiary did, finally admitted
that we the shit, combination on this lethal
Poppin patron in the 600 with no see-through
'cept for the repercussion fuckin with shit
Like this we parlay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer
the consequence gotta get these ends bitch
House in the Chi with a Caddy in Atlanta with a Benz
Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit
Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick
Besides kid wanna but bust you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin
with me, you jealous cause I live more flushed
Me and Missy been livin with the ?Harruss bein ruckast plus?
When I'm sellin, never gon stop it, sockin it to niggaz
and rockin it, droppin em on the spot, heat up and glock
and wreck a shot, knockin you off of your socks
Guaranteed platnium watch two of the coldest bitches get hot
I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy
and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it up
I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy
and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it uuuup

Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea)
99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo)
[Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One]
I was in love wit' you (yea)
And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes
When I found out the scoop on you (yea)
It was still too hard for me to realize
That I needed to be through' wit you (yea)
Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea)
All the girls you runnin' through (yea)
Used to be best friends, down wit' me
[CHORUS]
When I'm gone, you're alone
You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home
When I'm home, you're wit' me
Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me
Well it's done, this I know
Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know
You don't play, games wit' me
But before I go, betta leave my dough
[Missy - Verse Two]
I'ma fool for you (yea)
But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo)
I get no love from you (yea)
Like all these times I did before
I think I'll pass on you (yea)
Because of the way you been actin' lately
I get no cash from you (yea)
If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy
[Repeat CHORUS]
[CHORUS TWO]
Dedication
It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was)
When I think it cuts my insides
The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes
(repeat)
[Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ]
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh)
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat)
[Da Brat]
I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs
You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws
Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws
Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more
The loss is yours
How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit'
Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it
To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin '
Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in
You wasted my valuable time there's money to make
Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache
Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and
Missy You miss me cuz we finished
I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it
You don't need it, beat it, it's mine
Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass)
Keep stickin' them chickens
Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga
[Missy]
See I'ma give you your props tho
You like a bad ass motherfucker
Runnin' two bitches at one time
When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in
Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game
Who the fuck you think I am
Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man
That's why us bitches gonna stick together
Bitch

(feat. Timbaland)

[Intro: Missy]

Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time
Uh huh, say what?
He he he he, damn he he
Timbaland, he he, yeah
We bout to lace em one mo time
Alright, yeah , ooh

[Verse 1: Missy]

The M-I to the S-S
They put that on my chest
My car's the way that I flex
And people say I'm dope as fuck
They say I'm just too fly
I make em wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah zay

[Verse 2: Timbaland]

We ridin through your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)
Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay)
Twelve blunts a day (what)
Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay)
Who y'all think y'all is (is)
Tryin to get with Mis (Mis)
You tryin to dis
You think you can beat us, shit (shit)
Free them ill 1 to 12
She's in a Benz
Free them ill creators
Just, I'm a friend, what (what)

[Verse 3: Missy]

I come back into my flow
My people just don't know
They hate the way that I hee
They hate the way that I hee-haw
Cuz I got too much doe
You know my steelo
So what you come here fo
See, you don't wanna fuck wit me
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can get down like Missy
So hit you off like this
And you be the witness
That I'm a sure gets dick
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh

[Outro: Missy]

Hey, yo Timbaland
Yo, I'm a just (sue)
Dance a little bit
You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you?
He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin?
We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is bangin by its self
Know what I'm sayin?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To fuck with me
They don't want [5X]
Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me
They don't want [3X]
Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me
No they don't
They don't wanna
They don't want
No, no, no
To fuck with me

[Missy talking to fade]

Yo this the Queen Bee
And I came to say a little somethin'
On my girl Missy shit
You see I got somethin' to say
That's right I got a problem
I got a problem wit all ya'll muthafuckers out there
That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch

Yeah that's right I said it muthafucker bitch what
You see bitch is a strong word
And only strong bitches can use that muthafucken' terminology
Bitch
I mean if you can't wear the name
Don't try to use it, shucks

Throw your hands up if you like to get high
Make a phat beat so we can party all night
If you got beef you gotta take it outside
Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine

Throw your hands up if you like to get high
To make a phat beat so we can party all night
If you got beef you gotta take it outside
Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine

Baby]
Uh, what's happenin? What
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand?
With this hot girl, Missy
Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl

[Missy]
Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's
You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks
Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks
Make the whole industry wanna go and bit
I say you sit, we sit, I sit
While I go shit on a mix like this
Say you spit, I spit, we spit
But you can't fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out

[1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe it

[Missy]
Y'all don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don' done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Let's talk about the million niggas who bit

It's only one Timothy from the V.
And the whole industry goin' beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga won't duplicate me

Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos
And my shows, it grows, it grows
And I sing, I flow, I blows
And I know y'all niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out

[Repeat 1]

[B.G.]
I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
B.G. is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gon' be sorry
Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down
We got K's so, put them glocks down
You scared to come outside
Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down
This nigga here from CMB
Roll with a clique about 20 deep
Cause I made a mill', it don't mean
I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps
All I have is thugs in my clique
All my nigga's, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick
Cause I'm on BET and MTV

[Juvenile]
It ain't no secret, this nigga be project
Getting paid, that's what's my object
Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this
Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit
I'm all about getting it locked, dog
Don't wanna be on the block, yo
Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls
While I be makin' drop offs
Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too
To the playa hater's I say, fuck you
You needs to worry 'bout you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me
Alota you nigga's gon' miss me
I'mma be here, you gon' be history

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

[Missy]
If you come hard, better come legit
(Say what? Oh, ah huh)
If you come hard, better come legit
(Oh, uh)
We gon' show you, so you best believe

[Timbaland]
What, uh
What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Um hmm, Hot boys
It's all gravy
Missy
Timbaland
We out
Gimme that
Gimme that
Oh, gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that
gimme that, gimme that
Oh, yeah

We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more
Told your boys, you never knew
You never kissed or held me in your arms
How dare you even leave
Me looking like I'm lying on you
When you said it's all about me
I believe it cuz you made believe

1 - If you did it, then you did it
Boy, you don't have to lie
Once you hit, then you hit it
I'm no chick on the side
Just forget it, gon' omit it
Don't you, don't you dare try
You done hit it, you done hit it
More than, more than two times

Repeat 1

You changed your phone, won't call me back
Now I can't even get in touch with you
See how you do, I never knew
That you would deny this love I'm servin' you
That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you
Because you was the first to make the move
Now you say you never knew
You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

You know we did it, yep we did it boy
Why must you lie?
I drove your whip, you picked me up
You told me, meet you outside
We had some blunts like what the..
Gettin' high in your ride
Getting mushy, want some pussy
Get your biggest supply

Yeah, we did it, you was with it
That was all on your mind
Then you hit it, can't admit it
Then you wastin' my time
I won't forget it, need to quit it
Put it all behind
Why you did it, why you did it
If you gon' have to lie

Bone me, phony
Sex me then you disown me
Homies told me
This is how all dogs will be

Repeat 1 (4x)

Yeah, yeah
More than two times
Uh, chicky chicky, uh

Missy Talking:
I know there somebody out there who had a nasty
nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody
Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So
I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago
Verse One:
I had a friend named Cutie Tootie
Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci
Known as loose bootie
Truly she was a freak in the evenin
And if she wasn't teasin then give me one reason
Why she do dat? Always knew dat
She was hot as da nectar
Hector said he pecked her, direspected her
Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang
Broke his back long range
And make the ugly bitch sing
Chorus:
Oooh oooh
Why you hurtin me?
Tell me why more
Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh
Why you hurtin me?
Tell me why more
Oooh oooh
Verse Two:
Cutie Tootie with her sight
And if she humped Ralph
She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Tight, is the way she wore her dresses
Has she learned her lesson
From all the dick testing
Now I'm guessing
She's laying in a casket
In a yellow basket
For a Gucci jacket
Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things
Cause he made the ugly bitch sing
Chorus
Verse Three:
Tootie didn't know the facts of life
Staying up in clinics
Loosy bootie made trife
Feeling, she got the heeby geebies
Quick to give you freebies
Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn
Neighbors out the window sure was lookin
She greasy like chicken
I don't give a cotton pick and
She can do her thing
Cause me and her don't hang
The ugly bitch sang
Chorus
Missy Talking:
So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody
who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank
Once again going around humping everybody
Everybody and anybody and anything
That's why you make the ugly bitch sing

[Missy]
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it
But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
That she been sleepin' wit' her man
Cuz if that ever happened to me
I would call your house and be like, yo

Don't you gotta man
Why you fuckin' wit' mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo' mind off mines
You must be lonely
Why you messin' wit' me
But it won't be easy
To get my baby

[Missy

[Missy Elliot and PCD:]
(Ladies)
So if your dude aint actin right,
you tell that dude he got to go,
If that dude be clamin that he broke,
you tell that dude he got to go
If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night,
you tell that dude he got to go
If he wants to run the streets,
Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go

Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight,
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight
(Lets go!)
So whatcha think about that,
whatcha think about it,
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)

Tonight we're gonna switch up,
I'll do you, you do me,
Tonight your gonna stay home while I run the streets

What do you, what do you, what do you, what do you think about that baby,
What do you, what do you, what do you, what do you think about that?

Baby!, Imma let you play my part,
So you can feel a broken heart,
Let me just talk, make sure that you call
So I can say it

Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight,
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight
So whatcha think about that,
whatcha think about it,
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)

Tonight your gonna call me a thousand times,
Tonight I'mma make up a thousand lies

How do you, How do you, How do you, How do you feel about that baby,
How do you, How do you, How do you, How do you feel about that?

Baby, Imma let you play my part,
So you can feel a broken heart,
Let me just talk, make sure that you call
So I can say it!

Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight (that's right),
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight, oh

So whatcha think about that, (oh)
whatcha think about it, (oh)
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)

[Missy:]
Okay!
Hol up, whatchu think about that,
You wear the dress and I put on your slacks,
Tonight I'm goin out and ain't comin back,
You ain't gonna get no more pussycat,
See me in the club I'm out with my girls,
Do like you do when your out with your goods,
Up in the club its just me and my girls
Play like Katy Perry kissin on girls,
Now you can't eat or sleep,
And now you in the house thinking about me,
And now I do what you do to me,
And now I love to see you weeping

Baby, Baby (baby) somebody's gonna cry tonight (somebody's gonna cry to tonight)
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight, oh

So whatcha think about that, (oh)
whatcha think about it, (tell me)
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)

(Oooooo baby, hey)

(Ladies)
So if your dude aint actin right,
you tell that dude he got to go,
If that dude be clamin that he broke,
you tell that dude he got to go
If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night,
you tell that dude he got to go
If he wants to run the streets,
Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go

(baby, baby)
oh baby, somebody gonna cry tonight, oh, somebody gonna cry tonight, baby!

So if your dude aint actin right
You tell that dude he got to go
If that dude be clamin
that he broke
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants you to stay
in the house everyday and night
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants to run the streets
Then you run the streets to
and you tell him he got to go
Baby Baby somebody's gonna
cry tonight
Baby Baby
but it won't be
my tears tonight
So whatcha think about that
Whatcha think about it
So whatcha think about
that that that
Tonight we're
gonna switch up
I'll do you you do me
Tonight your gonna stay
home while I run the streets
What do you
what do you what do you
what do you
think about that baby
What do you
what do you what do you
what do you think about that
Baby
Imma let you play my part
So you can feel a broken heart
Let me just talk make sure
that you call
So I can say it
Baby Baby somebody's
gonna cry tonight
Baby
Baby
but it won't be my tears tonight
So whatcha think about that
Whatcha think about it
So whatcha think about
that that that
Tonight your gonna
call me a thousand times
Tonight I'mma make up
a thousand lies
How do you How do you How do you
How do you feel about that baby
How do you How do you How do you
How do you feel about that
Baby Imma let you play my part
So you can
feel a broken heart
Let me just talk make sure
that you call
So I can say it
Baby Baby somebody's gonna
cry tonight
that's right
Baby Baby
but it won't be my tears tonight oh
So whatcha think about that
Whatcha think about it
So whatcha think
about that that that
Okay
Hol up whatchu think about that
You wear the dress and
I put on your slacks
Tonight
I'm goin out and ain't comin back
You ain't gonna get
no more pussycat
See me in the club
I'm out with my girls
Do like you do when your
out with your goods
Up in the club
it's just me and my girls
Play like Katy
Perry kissin on girls
Now you can't eat or sleep
And now you
in the house thinking
about me
And now I do what you do to me
And now I love to see you weeping
Baby Baby
somebody's gonna cry tonight
Baby Baby
but it won't be
my tears tonight oh
So whatcha think about that
Whatcha
think about it
whatcha think about
that that that
oh baby

So if your dude aint actin right
You tell that dude he got to go
If that dude be clamin
that he broke
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants you to stay
in the house
everyday and night
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants to run the streets
Then you run the streets to
and you tell him he got to go
Baby baby
Oh baby baby somebody
gonna cry tonight
oh somebody gonna cry tonight baby

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I think you're special, what's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack

Take 'em to the bridge

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way

Take 'em to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
V.I.P.
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on

Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
'Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast

Take 'em to the bridge

Dirty baby
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way

Take 'em to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
V.I.P.
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on

Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on

I'm bringing sexy back
You motherfuckers watch how I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up on me and that's a fact

Take 'em to the chorus

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
V.I.P.
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on

Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it
Get your sexy on

Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit

Missy be puttin it down, I'm the hottest round
I told y'all mother, y'all can't stop me now
Listen to me now, I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (NIGGA) then come on get me now (YES)
Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES)
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES)
Now people gather round, now people jump around

Go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on

WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? People you don't know?
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo, now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (NIGGA) lemme know
(HOLLA!!) Got to feel it son
Lemme throw you some..
People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio s
like we got a gun

QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
in yo' face
Open your mouth, give you a taste
(HOLLA!!) Ain't no stoppin me
Copywritten so, don't copy me
Y'all do it, sloppily
And y'all can't come, close to me (YES)
I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES)
I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES)
People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES)
Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style

... ich ni son shi..

You're standing at the door
I'm falling to the floor
You look even better than you did before
I'm staring at my feet
Wondering if I can do this
It's been a while but I couldn't forget you

Just a little look has got me feeling things
Just a little touch has got me seeing things
Just a little taste has got me off the chains
Doing things that I don't want to

Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)
Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)
Do it like you do it to me (just open up)
Don't you know how much I want you

We're sitting real close and I can feel your breath
I wanna touch your hand but I lay back
Cause you know this thing could spiral in the night
I've changed my mind I'm ready for you this time

Just a little look has got me feeling things
Just a little touch has got me seeing things
Just a little taste has got me off the chains
Doing things that I don't want to

Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)
Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)
Do it like you do it to me (just open up)
Don't you know how much I want you

Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)
Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)
Do it like you do it to me (just open up)
Don't you know how much I want you

We're sitting real close I can feel your breath
I wanna touch your hand but I lay back
We're sitting real close I can feel your breath
I wanna touch your hand I cannot fight it off

Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)
Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)
Do it like you do it to me (just open up)
Don't you know how much I want you

Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)
Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)
Do it like you do it to me (just open up)
Don't you know how much I want you

Yeah
It's officially the biggest midget in the game...
I dunno
Make way for the S.O.V.

Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then fuck you [x2]

I'm fat I need a diet
Na in fact I'm just too light and
I aint got the biggest breast-s-s
But I wrote all the best disses
I got hairy armpits
But I don't walk around like this
I wear a big baggy T-shirt
That hides that nasty shit
Ugh... never had my nails done
Bite them down until they're numb
I'm the one with a non-existent bum
I don't really give a UGH
I'm missing my shepherd's pie
Like a high maintenance chick missing her diamonds
I'm missing my Clipper lighters
Now bow down to your royal highness
No, I don't own a corgi
I had a hampster
It died cuz I ignored it
Go on then, go on report me
I'm English, try and deport me

Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then fuck you [x2]

I'm a funky little monkey
With the tiniest ears
I don't like drinking fancy champi
I stick with Heineken beers
Oops, might burp in your face
A little unladylike, what can I say?
Well oh gosh I'm not posh me, I wear odd socks
I do what I'm doing yeah
So everybody's entitled to opinions
I open my mouth and shit I got millions
I'm the middle kid, the riddle kid
I make you giggle til you're sick
My nose jiggles while I spit
Yeah I do have some stories
And it's true I want all the glory
Go on then, come on support me
I'm English try and deport me

Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then fuck you [x2]

Love me or hate me, love me or hate me

So I can't dance and I really can't sing, yeah
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign [x2]

Love me or hate me it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me that is the question
If you love me then thank you
If you hate me then fuck you [x4]

Love me or hate me, love me or hate me
I can only do one thing and that's be Lady Sovereign [x2]

Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliott commin?through
Girl that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight,
I heard she eat one cracker a day
Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim,
and started fuckin?with Trina
Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way

When I walk up in the peach
I aint gotta eat speed
I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka
You aint gotta like me
I aint stuttin these hos
Needa talk but you know
Stop talking bout who
I'm stickin I'm lickin
You just mad it aint yours
I know yall poor
Yall broke
Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafucka adios amigos
Ah ah Poes Poes
I don? brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go

Chorus:
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
Im drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas ass
Did you see it
Im drippin these curves
Skurt
Did you heard
I lovas my fellas my furs
Ah I fly like a bird
Chickenheads on the prowl
Who you tryda fuck now
Now you aint getting loud
Better calm down before I smack ya ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horn
Yes I need my Tim sound
Right left
Izzy Kizzy look at him

Chorus:
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

Now I don? go out my house shorty you just waitin to see
Who im roll up in the club with and report that next week
Just wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some coke
I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio

[Ludacris]
Once upon a time in Kyla park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lift a hand
So he went about his bidness
And devised the plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, three years later
Steped out the swamp with ten and a half gators
Now all around the world on the microphone
He leaves your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne
Still ride the chrome
Got bidness in the kitchen
Never home alone
And hes on the grind
Please let me know if hes on your mind
And respect youll gimmie
Ludacris, I look lord like Timmy
Had the Clint East rumor
I got a head ache and its not a tumor
Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite
Im hard to the core
Core to the right
You drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya)

Chorus:
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal
I know I don? really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal Jackson
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shh
Hi Missy!
Hi Missy?!
Wusup foos!
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee

Ooh I don't want I don't need
I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooh here's your chance
Be a man take my hand Understand
I don't want no minute man

Boy I'ma make you love me
Make you want me
And I'ma give you
Some attention tonight
Now follow my intuitions
What you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night
For a long time
Just start countin the ways
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want no
Tonight I'ma give it to you
Throw it to you
I want you to come prepared
Oh yeah Oh yes
Boy it's been a long time
A crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man
And that's real
Give it to me some more
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man
Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want no
It's time to set yo' clock back
'Bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris
The maintenance man
Get your oil changed
I check fluids and transmission
You one minute fools
You wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons
And there's no reward
No regards close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft as
But a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and
Make a big splash
Water overflowin
So get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk
So keep your head tight
Enough with tips and
Advice and thangs
I'm big dog havin women
Seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep start snorin
Countin sheep and shit
They so wet that they body
Start to leak and shit
Just 'cause I'm an all nighter
Shoot all fire
Ludacris balance
And rotate all tires
Ooh I don't want I don't need
I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooh here's your chance
Be a man take my hand Understan
I don't want no minute man

Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man

Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man

Break me off
Show me what you got
'Cause I don't want
No one minute man

Break break me off
Break break me off
Break break me off
Show me what you got
Break me off
Show me what you got
Break me off
Show me what you got
Break me off
Show me what you got
Break me off
Break break me off

My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual

Sick tape, volume 2
Believe it
Oh Oh

Let me switsh up the game
I drink that cognac
Step back cause I might put it on ya
I go deep so deep till you sleep
Count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week
You don't want me to show ya
how freak birches act when I ain't sober
Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff
I ain't scared to take it off
(tell the freak to take it off)
Tipsy and it feel good (feel good)
black dudes got big woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin
(stop frontin)
Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type)
5'2 and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve

** We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run this *2
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it (oh~)
We run this shit *2 **

Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
For the right money might sit in your lap
Back to back I can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes, I need a back rub
I don't come to do it
I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all makin me blush
I'm enough to go around so people don't push
Wanna run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good?
And they shine so hard that he glittas
So many karots they look like crittas
and we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a nigga hype
I wanna know can you handle my mike

**chorus**

Any hustla's in the party y'all? (hell ya)
If you's a pimp let me see ya party on (hell ya)
Oh strippas take yo clothes off (hell ya)
Y'all superstars
Y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell ya)

Nigga I bow guard
A lot of rappers say am way too hard
Pull up to the club in a rental car
Where the freaks at
Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are
Don't start
If you don't want beef don't take it that far
With a superstar
I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt
Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck

We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
Represent your coast and act like you know
Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do'

My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual

Sick tape, volume 2
Believe it
Oh Oh

Let me switsh up the game
I drink that cognac
Step back cause I might put it on ya
I go deep so deep till you sleep
Count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week
You don't want me to show ya
how freak birches act when I ain't sober
Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff
I ain't scared to take it off
(tell the freak to take it off)
Tipsy and it feel good (feel good)
black dudes got big woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin
(stop frontin)
Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type)
5'2 and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve

** We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run this *2
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it (oh~)
We run this shit *2 **

Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
For the right money might sit in your lap
Back to back I can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes, I need a back rub
I don't come to do it
I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all makin me blush
I'm enough to go around so people don't push
Wanna run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good?
And they shine so hard that he glittas
So many karots they look like crittas
and we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a nigga hype
I wanna know can you handle my mike

**chorus**

Any hustla's in the party y'all? (hell ya)
If you's a pimp let me see ya party on (hell ya)
Oh strippas take yo clothes off (hell ya)
Y'all superstars
Y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell ya)

Nigga I bow guard
A lot of rappers say am way too hard
Pull up to the club in a rental car
Where the freaks at
Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are
Don't start
If you don't want beef don't take it that far
With a superstar
I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt
Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck

We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
Represent your coast and act like you know
Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do'

My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual

Sick tape, volume 2
Believe it
Oh Oh

Let me switsh up the game
I drink that cognac
Step back cause I might put it on ya
I go deep so deep till you sleep
Count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week
You don't want me to show ya
how freak birches act when I ain't sober
Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff
I ain't scared to take it off
(tell the freak to take it off)
Tipsy and it feel good (feel good)
black dudes got big woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin
(stop frontin)
Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type)
5'2 and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve

** We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run this *2
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it (oh~)
We run this shit *2 **

Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
For the right money might sit in your lap
Back to back I can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes, I need a back rub
I don't come to do it
I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all makin me blush
I'm enough to go around so people don't push
Wanna run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good?
And they shine so hard that he glittas
So many karots they look like crittas
and we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a nigga hype
I wanna know can you handle my mike

**chorus**

Any hustla's in the party y'all? (hell ya)
If you's a pimp let me see ya party on (hell ya)
Oh strippas take yo clothes off (hell ya)
Y'all superstars
Y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell ya)

Nigga I bow guard
A lot of rappers say am way too hard
Pull up to the club in a rental car
Where the freaks at
Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are
Don't start
If you don't want beef don't take it that far
With a superstar
I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt
Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck

We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass knuckle
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
Represent your coast and act like you know
Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do'

Like yo name is Missy Elliott
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give you
Is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at ya girl
2005
Wooh!
Wake up in the morning
with my man next to me
Up all night like we on that extacy
Mix with that hennessy
He got the remedy, yeah my nigga into me
Can't say ya simply we
Take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relations
Love making in the basement
Smack it for the pressure
One minute, two minute, I was no questions
Who would ever think that
I'd be giving up the goodies
Walk around naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hos at the shows
Half-dressed clothes,
doing whatever who knows
Okay
Nah I only get freaky wit him
No menag¨ trois, not freaky with him
Its just me and my man
Simply me and my man
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel,
this love it make me do things,
make me do things
For my man, my loves forever,
my loves forever
Cause what I feel,
this love it won't ever change
I'm never insecure when we're not together
Even though he told me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and
I bring terror to ay
chick who check my fella when we together
So he treat me like Cinderella
Protect me from the storm
like he my umbrella
This fella deserve from a stella
He be a Rockefeller, not Jay-Z and Dame
But the charm on a chain
He platinum
Jacob Rolly lick his Forty
He stackin, keep trackin and I'll fax em
If I can't find his ass then his ass outta gas
He only getting one past
Cuz my man
he's my man and he nobody else's
Damn right
I've never felt this
Old ladies trying to coast us
You better get focus before
you ever try to approach him
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel,
this love it make me do things,
make me do things
For my man, my loves forever,
my loves forever
Cause what I feel,
this love it won't ever change
See when you in love you might have to fight
Don't ever say you won't
You might get real mad
Wanna act all bad
Act up in the street,
few chicks ya gotta beat
cause the disrespect
Clockin ya man from his feets to his neck
Uh!
You gotta let her know that's a no-no
Slap her real slow with her right blow
Whichever way you go
and keep it gangsta
Show these bitches that aint gon
Yank a point, blank a top, rank her
I ride for my nigga
and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?
My man
Said time again that's my man
My man again,
I say that's my man
Its just me and my man,
simply me and my man
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel,
this love it make me do things,
make me do things
For my man, my loves forever,
my loves forever
Cause what I feel,
this love it won't ever change
That's my man!
Yes! That's my man!
This love!
Ohhhhhhh!

Like yo name is Missy Elliott
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give you
Is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at ya girl
2005
Wooh!
Wake up in the morning
with my man next to me
Up all night like we on that extacy
Mix with that hennessy
He got the remedy, yeah my nigga into me
Can't say ya simply we
Take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relations
Love making in the basement
Smack it for the pressure
One minute, two minute, I was no questions
Who would ever think that
I'd be giving up the goodies
Walk around naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hos at the shows
Half-dressed clothes,
doing whatever who knows
Okay
Nah I only get freaky wit him
No menag¨ trois, not freaky with him
Its just me and my man
Simply me and my man
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel,
this love it make me do things,
make me do things
For my man, my loves forever,
my loves forever
Cause what I feel,
this love it won't ever change
I'm never insecure when we're not together
Even though he told me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and
I bring terror to ay
chick who check my fella when we together
So he treat me like Cinderella
Protect me from the storm
like he my umbrella
This fella deserve from a stella
He be a Rockefeller, not Jay-Z and Dame
But the charm on a chain
He platinum
Jacob Rolly lick his Forty
He stackin, keep trackin and I'll fax em
If I can't find his ass then his ass outta gas
He only getting one past
Cuz my man
he's my man and he nobody else's
Damn right
I've never felt this
Old ladies trying to coast us
You better get focus before
you ever try to approach him
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel,
this love it make me do things,
make me do things
For my man, my loves forever,
my loves forever
Cause what I feel,
this love it won't ever change
See when you in love you might have to fight
Don't ever say you won't
You might get real mad
Wanna act all bad
Act up in the street,
few chicks ya gotta beat
cause the disrespect
Clockin ya man from his feets to his neck
Uh!
You gotta let her know that's a no-no
Slap her real slow with her right blow
Whichever way you go
and keep it gangsta
Show these bitches that aint gon
Yank a point, blank a top, rank her
I ride for my nigga
and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?
My man
Said time again that's my man
My man again,
I say that's my man
Its just me and my man,
simply me and my man
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel,
this love it make me do things,
make me do things
For my man, my loves forever,
my loves forever
Cause what I feel,
this love it won't ever change
That's my man!
Yes! That's my man!
This love!
Ohhhhhhh!

Yo, what some more feel like
Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel
Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel


WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!!
WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!!


What dem do dem rude badman (Badman)
Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman)
Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman)
If dem boy play badman
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!)
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!)
What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal)
Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal)
Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!)
When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!)
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out

Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!!

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)]
Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah
Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy
If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!)
When mi a come up don't stand up just run
Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!)
AK rifle this mi long gun
Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun
One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!)
Bulletproof buss up like a condom
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal

Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel)

(Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play
Dem nuh worry mi when they say
They nuh like mi mi nuh like they
I be wilder than Tim McVeigh
Fuck 'em all and that's what I say
Now I see that it ain't easy
Everyone plays a part in our day
Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!)
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes)
Some people are rude on the low though
Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!)

HA!!! Fire baby!!!

Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try
Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine
Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye
Buck dem down, buck dem down...

Yo, what some more feel like
Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel
Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel


WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!!
WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!!


What dem do dem rude badman (Badman)
Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman)
Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman)
If dem boy play badman
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!)
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!)
What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal)
Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal)
Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!)
When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!)
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out

Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!!

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)]
Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah
Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy
If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!)
When mi a come up don't stand up just run
Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!)
AK rifle this mi long gun
Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun
One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!)
Bulletproof buss up like a condom
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal

Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel)

(Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play
Dem nuh worry mi when they say
They nuh like mi mi nuh like they
I be wilder than Tim McVeigh
Fuck 'em all and that's what I say
Now I see that it ain't easy
Everyone plays a part in our day
Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!)
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes)
Some people are rude on the low though
Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!)

HA!!! Fire baby!!!

Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try
Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine
Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye
Buck dem down, buck dem down...

Rich Nice
Woo! C'mon
Sick! Uh-huh
Yes! Woo!
Holla!

I be thinking 'bout that big O
The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow
You used to do it 'til my back felt broke
You used to say give it to me, I'd say no
You used to talk that kinky shit up in my ears
And you would buy me pink pretty under-weas
And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice
And you would make me feel like making love twice
What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop, call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sure 'nough
I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good
I like it cause you raised in the hood
Uh, you put your back into it
I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it
You cute, you fine, you fire
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
Heather Hunter must of got me inspired
To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause

[Chorus:]
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
Or the way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
I put it down like some brand new shoes
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
The way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
Now let me put it down

I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes!)
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good

[Missy Elliott]
He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good
If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down
He like oh yeah
Taste like apples and a bag of pears
Right here, right dere, everywhere
To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair
He like to hear me moan like yeah
Boy's in the zone and I don't care
Sitting on his lap, pulling on my track
He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back
In fact no slack, damn he the mack
He ain't got to work me like dat

[Chorus]

(I'm the boss)
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired

[Missy Elliott]
What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff

Rich Nice
Woo! C'mon
Sick! Uh-huh
Yes! Woo!
Holla!

I be thinking 'bout that big O
The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow
You used to do it 'til my back felt broke
You used to say give it to me, I'd say no
You used to talk that kinky shit up in my ears
And you would buy me pink pretty under-weas
And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice
And you would make me feel like making love twice
What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop, call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sure 'nough
I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good
I like it cause you raised in the hood
Uh, you put your back into it
I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it
You cute, you fine, you fire
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
Heather Hunter must of got me inspired
To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause

[Chorus:]
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
Or the way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
I put it down like some brand new shoes
I can't stop thinking 'bout you
The way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
Now let me put it down

I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes!)
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good

[Missy Elliott]
He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good
If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down
He like oh yeah
Taste like apples and a bag of pears
Right here, right dere, everywhere
To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair
He like to hear me moan like yeah
Boy's in the zone and I don't care
Sitting on his lap, pulling on my track
He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back
In fact no slack, damn he the mack
He ain't got to work me like dat

[Chorus]

(I'm the boss)
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired

[Missy Elliott]
What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff

<P>When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'
(Uh-huh)
Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang.
They be trippin' and them haters just pussies.
(Woo)

Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar,
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha.
(Uh-huh)
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean,
(Uhhh)
Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green </P><P>Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
st-step back, player better fall back.
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac,
Shorty better fall back.

(WOO)
I fall down, get up
then I gotta dust it off
(Uh-huh)
(Say you got to dust it off?)
Yeah, I quickly dust it off.
I'm off the wall,
I do brawl, don't stall
Yes it's on,
Said it's on, I can't be cloned
You can call me Mike Jones.

305-212-804, My cell
(WOO)
Y'all must be dumb as hell
If y'all think that is my cell.

Hotel, motel, Holiday-
Don't play-
round the way, OJ
Yeah, I'm so icey.
(AAH)

What them haters say?
Misdemeanor OK.
(Uh)
Call me foreplay,
Position more than 40 ways.
(Uh-huh)
Like a chocolate glaze,
I'm hotter than a summer day.
Stingray, Sugar Ray,
Knuckles all up in your face.

Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
st-step back, player better fall back.
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac,
Shorty better fall back.

I block-a block-a,
Straight jocker,
Matter fact, a face snapper.
Money stacker, no slacker,
Hit rapper, gun strapper.
I click, click
hear my--
Click-click.

2 snaps, you hit, then I--
click-click.
I make cash, pay them bills,
I pay them bills that buy new wheels.
I wear high heels,
I touch and feel,
catch me in your man grill.

My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick.
I click-click, and if you doubt me then I--
Click - click.
(Uh-huh)

Smack them boys,
I will destroy-
Hit, hit, straight down and
split-split ya boy.

I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit,
Don't make me have to-
Click-click

Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
st-step back, player better fall back.
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac,
Shorty better fall back.

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When I walk up in the club, they be pushin' Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin' (Uh-huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo) Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar, I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha. (Uh-huh) Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean, (Uhhh) Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green
Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. (WOO) I fall down, get up then I gotta dust it off (Uh-huh) (Say you got to dust it off?) Yeah, I quickly dust it off. I'm off the wall, I do brawl, don't stall Yes it's on, Said it's on, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones. 305-212-804, My cell (WOO) Y'all must be dumb as hell If y'all think that is my cell. Hotel, motel, Holiday- Don't play- round the way, OJ Yeah, I'm so icey. (AAH) What them haters say? Misdemeanor OK. (Uh) Call me foreplay, Position more than 40 ways. (Uh-huh) Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day. Stingray, Sugar Ray, Knuckles all up in your face. Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. I block-a block-a, Straight jocker, Matter fact, a face snapper. Money stacker, no slacker, Hit rapper, gun strapper. I click, click hear my-- Click-click. 2 snaps, you hit, then I-- click-click. I make cash, pay them bills, I pay them bills that buy new wheels. I wear high heels, I touch and feel, catch me in your man grill. My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick-sick. I click-click, and if you doubt me then I-- Click - click. (Uh-huh) Smack them boys, I will destroy- Hit, hit, straight down and split-split ya boy. I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks You get your ass bit, Don't make me have to- Click-click Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back.

It's entertainment time!!!! Wooo
Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house
We doin big things here kids
Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M
Slick Rick an' M
Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy
Slick Rick an' M

Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice
Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses
Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude
And "Treat Me Like a Prostitute"
Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady
Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me
Cruise up and down one-two-fifth
Lookin for a guy like you to get with

I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him
Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him
Might as well try him, the freak that I am
M dot S-E always grindin'

Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Thank you Missy
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind
Yeah
Know I really want it
Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M
Now I want it, yeah
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
Missy
No longer will I pretend
Slick Rick in the house
Let's get it on cause we both grown

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get
Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott
Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss!
Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates
Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said
You know I'm married?
-- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean?
-- Proposition for you Ruler
Procede on
-- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on
-- You with it?
Down to bless one and I left one
The Hit Factory, later on around eleven
With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in
I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim
-- Have a drink
The booze and the karmy go oddly
After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny
Swellin stone, or well writ poems
Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones

Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
Slick Rick is in the house
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Thank you Missy
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind - lose my mind
Know I really want it - and now I want it
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
No longer will I pretend
Boss of the females
Let's get it on cause we both grown
Recognize, recognize

Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young
But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung
Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch
Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out
Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him
Nice shoe size, how could I deny him
Big bankroll to help me retire
Me and him together smell like big empire
Don't treat me like a prostitute
Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute
But don't treat me like a prostitute
Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute

Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Fi-fi-fine

It's entertainment time!!!! Wooo Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house We doin big things here kids Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M Slick Rick an' M Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy Slick Rick an' M Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude And "Treat Me Like a Prostitute" Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me Cruise up and down one-two-fifth Lookin for a guy like you to get with I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him Might as well try him, the freak that I am M dot S-E always grindin' Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA Enough to make me lose my mind Yeah Know I really want it Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M Now I want it, yeah Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no Missy No longer will I pretend Slick Rick in the house Let's get it on cause we both grown Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss! Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said You know I'm married? -- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean? -- Proposition for you Ruler Procede on -- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on -- You with it? Down to bless one and I left one The Hit Factory, later on around eleven With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim -- Have a drink The booze and the karmy go oddly After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny Swellin stone, or well writ poems Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) Slick Rick is in the house But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA Enough to make me lose my mind - lose my mind Know I really want it - and now I want it Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no No longer will I pretend Boss of the females Let's get it on cause we both grown Recognize, recognize Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him Nice shoe size, how could I deny him Big bankroll to help me retire Me and him together smell like big empire Don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute But don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) Fi-fi-fine

Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Timbo, what they do
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC, when I
break break b-b-break break break...
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in
here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch

Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Timbo, what they do
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC, when I
break break b-b-break break break...
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in
here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch