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