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[Missy]
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She's ah......uh uh....bitch
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Yo...I'ma tell yall straight up and down
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It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal
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She's ah....bitch (tell 'em)
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I'm sick of yall fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
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I'ma bring it to yall like this
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By all means necessary
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You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy
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They say oh "Missy you wack" but yall not ready
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Cuz I come back like a smack
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You hear my gats in yo back (blat-blat-blat)
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Huh, like spaghetti
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Half of yall MCs be stinkin' like boobetti
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So your record label cut you off like confetti
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They you wanna call Missy and beg me, (who) ooh beg me beg me
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Dag I'm very scary
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Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie
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Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry
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See yall jealous tricks, yall cannot stand me
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Ooh, that's fine and dandy
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Hey daddy-daddy
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Why these chickenheads, ooh they be so petty
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Hey nah nah nah, you best not test me
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I keep tellin' you nah you never ready
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Nah you never ready
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[CHORUS]
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Get rowdy
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Let me hear yall loudly
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Keep my high niggas 'round me
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Let me see yall work it and work it till yall can't stand up
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Get rowdy
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Let me hear yall loudly
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Keep my high niggas 'round me
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Let me see yall work it baby, work work it baby WHAT!
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[Missy - Verse Two]
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In the club, I see niggas
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They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs
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so I cut them short like some scissors
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they trying to take me home, they give me liquor
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YOU KNOW WHO I AM, I'ma bitch
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DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MAKE, filthy rich
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DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, gotta gat
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I THOUGHT YOU WAS A FREAK, never that
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You see me on the road, when I stroll
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I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep)
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you just a silly hoe, this I know
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you be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (WHAT)
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[Repeat CHORUS]
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[Timbaland]
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Yo, this is Timbaland
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Callin' from the Matrix yall
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And this how we do it
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Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what
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[Missy]
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Beat biter, dope style taker, originator
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Or just an imitator
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Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em
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Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em
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Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em
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How dare you make 'em, jus like we made 'em
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And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em
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Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter
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[Repeat CHORUS]
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[Missy]
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Now see this one right here (ooh)
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This is for everybody (ooh)
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This is for my people east (ooh) east, west, south
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East (ooh) west, south (ooh)
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But you know what before I get up on outta here (ooh)
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I gotta say one thing to yall beat biters (ooh)
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It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (ooh) you know what I'm sayin'
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And I'm kinda sick of that (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
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That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
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That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
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That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
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On everything yall gotta come up with
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Yall own creativity, yall own originality, yall own style
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You know what I'm sayin'
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Heh, you gonna be left behind this time
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Aight ain't no love lost
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All need you to do is stop BEAT BITIN'!
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[Timbaland]
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That was Missy
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Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix
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You heard that
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Shh
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Beat Biters
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| Missy Elliot |
