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They Don't Wanna **** Wit Me They Don't Wanna **** Wit Me (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 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 **** 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 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) 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 **** 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 **** with me They don't want Ooh, ooh, to **** with me Wanna **** with me They don't want Oh, oh, oh, to **** with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To **** with me... Missy Elliott |
Time And Time Again Time And Time Again The things you said to me Can't make or break me Everything you've bought I give back absolutely everything And, I am through with you You and your crazy moods You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitudes I deserve the finer things The joy that love brings And you'll be missin' my kisses And makin' love, see I'm better off alone Can't wait 'til you get gone Ain't no need to keep hoping 'cause it's over and done Why do you keep coming back time and time again? You promised me you'd change your ways time and time again I heard the same ol' lyin from you time and time again And why I take you back? because I cannot change a man No use in talkin', better get to walkin Better get them chicks who turn tricks 'Cause I'm just too smart, man I hate men who lies who looks me in my eyes Come up with alibis for the thousandth time I won't take bullshit Leave ya ass with the quickness Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone Boy I'm through with you No more to say or do 'Cause you're too confused And it's over and done Rap: I be comin' with a rap on a ballad You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots 'Cause you know I blow ya mind anytime that I rhyme And I be down for a challenge I'm wicked I-C-K icked And I twist a twisted From coast to coast I brag and boast I'm better than most insufficient I got that good love That goody goody good love That poody poody pusha Slick talkin' sista to any nigga that wanna get with her Don't ever diss her M dot S E Talks: And let me stop playin' with y'all motha ****as This aint no rap record get back to the hook... Missy Elliott |
Toyz Toyz Whatchu mean I don't need you no more? Cause I don't! I gotta bag full of toys and I don't need none of your boys So you can hit every chick on the block Cause I'm gone be alright once I turn this power on, ya dig? Toys You don't get the job done when I need a little loving So I gotta do it myself if I wanna feel something So I grab me a toy, 'lil boo ain't buggin Now I want some affection and you ain't giving me nothing A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon) I keep my butterfly close when you ain't wanna be bothered Don't come waking me up, cause I ain't giving you nada Cause I got me a toy (Tooy) And it works for me and it lasts longer than the battery So you best believe that I used to wish that you would love me And fantasize on how we used to be Until I discovered something better than you I don't need, no need, your loving You wanna come home late at night touchin' and feelin' all over me But I don't need no help in pleasing me Oh How could I miss you baby, I didn't even know you was gone It's obvious you aren't needed in the bedroom anymore I'm just keeping myself occupied like all women do when they are taking a bath And when you leave, make sure you don't slam the door because you **** up my concentration Tooooy... Missy Elliott |
You Can't Resist You Can't Resist (Feat. B.G., Juvenile) Baby: Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy ****in 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 **** with a nigga like this Check me out 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 **** 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 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, **** 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 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... Missy Elliott |
Wake Up Wake Up (Feat. Jay-Z) Missy Elliott: Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up Jay-Z: Yeah, turn the muh****in music up Yeah, turn the muh****in music up Missy Elliott: Mother****ers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You ain't got a cellular phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) Missy Elliott: Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont stop be my life saver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers And like a elevator dj on a cross fader Black wake up i'll see yah ass later Jay-Z - Missy Elliott: I need rims that dont listen and boomin system First piece of change i see im gon' get one 745 no license to drive I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, **** it (Rewind) I can hear myself but i cant feel myself I wanna feel myself like Tweet 745 no license to drive I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, **** it Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt Need a nice chain layin on this thousand shirt Evisu Jeans cover the rectum, i kick game just like David Beckham Anybody in my way i wet them Ima be this way until the cops come catch em To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections Till i got taught a lesson Couple niggaz gone couple wink corrections And Marie got 10, Tie got 15 nigga even my kin Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen Hope you dont start yah life where i end... Missy Elliott |
We Did It We Did It 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 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 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 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 Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, chicky chicky, uh... Missy Elliott |
We Run This We Run This My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape vol. 2 Believe it Ho Ho Let me switch 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 you from f***ing all week You don't to have to show ya How freakish I act when im not sober Whut up and tow up sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy and I feel good (feel good) Black dudes got big woods Into I do it I dun it If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin Boy you know im your type (your type) 52 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word's my word and I came to slurr it We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don't matter where you from it's where you at if you came to freak a leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall don't want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this s*** We run this s*** Wanna pull my hair Break my back Put it right money might sit in ya lap Back to back you can't even keep track It's a fact freaks like to get slap Suck my toes and then a back rub I don't come to do it I just wanna be touched Look at how yall are makin me blush got enough to go round ?? Wanna run that tush in a bush Don't my diamonds look real good they shine so hard that it glitters Too many carats they look like critters we can do it all night Take a flashlight you see up in my windpipe I like the ? up in your height I wanna know can you handle the might We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don't matter where you from it's where you at if you came to freak a leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall don't want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this s*** We run this s*** Any hustlas in the party yall (hell yea) If you a pimp let me see you party hard (hell yea) Oh strippers take your clothes off (hell yea) Yall superstars You don't need no bodyguards (hell yea) I roll hard a lot of rappers say I say im way too hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at Them freaks at the bar Where the hard the hard drinks are Don't start 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 Misdemeanor too much I don't give a f*** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don't matter where you from it's where you at if you came to freak a leak you better bring your hat We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do (woman & missy) w: Oh, hello Oh, you want your nails and the manicure Oh, $5 $5 extra French tip m: $5 and extra for a French tip You trippin w: oh, oh, no, no, no You need a exfortiation m: what the hell is a exfortiation w: exfortiation for the feet m: exfortiation for my feet Ain't nothing wrong with my feet w: yes, the feet, the big toe The hammer toe m: ain't nothing wrong with my toe man Look can I get my nails done please w: you want a chicken with your manicure m: chicken look I don't want no fried rice, no egg rolls, I want a manicure w: okay let me order (speaks Chinese) m: listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen I ain't got time for this bulls**t Im outta here w: you better pay me I know you missy elliott Ill call Wendy Williams Ill call her tomorrow and tell her you cheap cheap, Cheap, cheap, cheap m: you can call Oprah Winfrey and tell her to pay you're a** Playa I ain't cheap either im icy w: So icy You so icy If your so icy why don't you pay me on time... Missy Elliott |
Whatcha Gon' Do Whatcha Gon' Do (Feat. Timbaland) Timbaland: Dun dun dun, dun dun DUNN dun Dun dun dun, dun dun DUNN dun Dun dun dun, dun dun DUNN dun Dun dun dun, dun dun DUNN dun I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?" Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "Who the hell is him?" I'm in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin Timb I'm over capac'y when it come to makin them beats Me and Missy makin Y'ALL, move y'all feets Makin y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak That's only cause we drop a bunch of heat That's whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too I know that's too much for you to handle dude Now ask yourself what.. Timbaland: Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Missy: When me come in the spot, dem wannn' jock Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops AHH, what they gon' say, Ahh, don't wan' play RRR, get 'em in the club, Ahh, smokin on hay, Hey Ahh, when I'm in my ride, Oh Ahh, people walkin by Ah Ahh, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan' try Timbaland: I be gettin in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose It's official I'm a pimp, cause my name glows If I'm back to the Yugos Missy: Talkin that junk, you get burried You don't wanna end up in the ceme tarry Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you Any other hen I got gats that will peel you Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR When I'm in the club, RRR, comin for you I'm just a smooth mother****er (aww yeah baby) (Y'all heard me?) Ahhh Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR When I'm in the club, RRR, and comin for you I'm just a smooth mother****er... Missy Elliott |
Who You Gonna Call Who You Gonna Call Any Give Sunday baby Oww Yo, yo, yo Oh zigi zigi Zig zigi zig zig, oh oh Zigi zigi zigi zigi zigi Oh you 'pose to be the man now Cause you got cars, you got houses You got yachts, you got diamonds You got it all Oh you livin' large right, heh Well let me ask one thing When you go broke When you go broke I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more Here we go uh I was there when no one knew your name I was there when you blew up, got large And had all the fame Now look how you do, uh I was there when everything had changed You think you the shit Big star on top of your game Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed I gave you dough, mo dough You don't know to supply your need What's it gon' be (uh) I was there I was the air you breathe Until you became a big star No need for me Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh do you Call when you fall boy Call when you ain't got boy They don't wanna roll with you They don't think you hot boy What happened to you boy? You are just a no boy Now you have no joy Here we go What happened to your Benz man? What happened to your rocks? Six shots that you pop in your bitches man Now your name is like shit stink You let the fame maintain You done blew out your brains man What happened to your diamond rings? You bling bling every time a nigga switch a lane Beep, beep to your feet man You's a jeep man With no friends and no game man There he is, uh When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke Them same friends who don't **** wit you no more Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call Heh heh, where all your friends now? Where your homies now? When you was on top of your game Everybody wanted to hang around, huh Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke Your same friends don't want to **** wit' you no more Who you gonna call huh? You better understand reality baby Never let the fame blow your brain, heh Yo, yo, yo, oh zigi zigi Never let the fame blow your brain Yo, yo, yo zigi zigi oh Never let the fame blow your brain Here we go, uh And my choir sing, heh Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, oww... Missy Elliott |
Why You Hurt Me Why You Hurt Me 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 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 Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh 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 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 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 Elliott |
Work It Work It DJ please Pick up your phone I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)Backwards If you got a big (elephant), let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)Backwards I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it, I need a glass of wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)Backwards I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga dunk ga dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys thanga thang, thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that (scratching) To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God... Missy Elliott |
X-Tasy X-Tasy Missy: Read between the lines Ecstacy, a place of fullfillment and fantasies Were your dreams become reality's Mhm, ecstacy It enhances your most inner desire To become more free with your guts and feelings Ecstacy Boy let me free your mind, lets hook up tonight Take you on a flight, high, high Make you warm inside, I won't waste you're time My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on Missy: Ecstaacyy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstaacyy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you Missy: Boy look into my eyes, I'm so energized Make it last long time, touch mee Everything feels sweet, my body feel your breeze Up all against me, it feels like I'm on Missy: Oh it feels like I'm on, ecstaacyy Everybody jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ahh ahhh ahhh) Ecstaacyy, everybody jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ahhh ahhhh ahhh) Missy Elliott |
You Don't Know You Don't Know (Feat. Lil' Mo) 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 ****in' 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 & Lil' Mo: You don't know who you messin' with Most of them leave with they car doors bent I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip I'mma teach you not to touch my shit Above While: Missy: Hello? Mo: Hello? Missy: Who dis? Mo: It's Mo Missy: For Real? Mo: Hello? Lil' Mo: I be callin' his house, when you're not around Don't make me warn you, you know how I get down, down Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you, no If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit' you While: Mo: Hello? Missy: You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah Mo: Yo, who dis for real, man, hello? Missy: You know who it is Lil' Mo: I can't believe you would ever do that Can't you show me some respect Is it cuz you jus' a reject Gotta keep your ass in check While: Mo: Hello? Missy: Hello? Mo: What Missy: Yo who dis for real, man Mo: Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo Missy: You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'? Mo: Yo, this ain't no game This is not a game Missy: Oh, ok Mo: Yeah, what? Missy: You on some real bullshit now You know, you know what? Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know? Mo: Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at? Missy: Ask your nigga where I stay at Mo: Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this Missy: He know Mo: He ain't got nutin' to do with this Missy: He know Ask him where I live at, aight? Mo: You on that same stuff you was on last year When I hadda come through there last year, what And I'd do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin Missy: You ain't keepin nutin' in check And keep him from around my house, bitch Mo: Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will Missy: You don't know who you messin' with Most of them leave with their car doors bent Blow out you like I'mma air vent I'ma teach you not to touch my shit While: Missy: Hello? Mo: Trick, you know who this is, dont' front Missy: Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit Missy - Timbaland: You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) Lil' Mo: Cuz I'm that chick yo, that same chick But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit Start callin' that name shit And I'ma get on that same shit That new shit, that call your crew shit That what you wanna do shit That boy is yours, keep that nigga Beat my ass? Prove it Missy: You been suckin' his dick Tastin' my clit Just a side chick, on the side bitch I'm the prize bitch, keep it silent Don't make me violent You be dialin' 911 to tell the family Lil' Mo: Around yo' crew, you's a bad bitch Yo ass be talkin' mad ish Toe to toe shoot the five Girl you get yo ass kicked What you think I'm gaming? Shit is real, I aint playin (No more "Have My Baby") Yo, I got yo' moms prayin Missy: It's gonna get risky **** wit' Missy I'mma shoot you where your ribs be So you can feel me Ain't it real B? And you filthy and you mildy Not appealin', drum roll Timbaland: Uh oh, heh heh heh You done done it now Uh oh, you done done it now She's mad, what She's mad, I'mma let them two girls fight While I'm out... Missy Elliott |
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