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feat. Busta Rhymes
[Busta Rhymes]
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.
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feat. Lil' Kim
Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.
Ha ha, yeah, I like that
[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely
And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top
Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha)
Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow
Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and
I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins
Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans
Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan
Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again
Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and
While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you
To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh!
She wit' ya with the heeeee!
[Missy]
It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you)
Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes)
I drive through your hood
And I hit 'em with
I hit 'em with the hee
I hit 'em with the
I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa)
Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me
Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa
[Missy]
It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out
(sprung out! sprung out sprung out)
Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount
Aye hey hey
I drive through your hood
I hit 'em with the hee
I hit 'em with the
I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha)
Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me
Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar)
[Missy]
Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar
What's up star? we know who you are
Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed
The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch
Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha)
Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr!
Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks
Like a one billion bitch march
I hit em with the heee
I hit em with the haaaa
I hit em with the hee
I hit em with the haa
I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha)
I hit em with the heee
I hit em with the haaaa
I hit em with the hee
I hit em with the haa
Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar)
Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot
(You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timbaland remember me)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(yeah we out nigga)
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feat. Da Brat
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
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feat. Timbaland
(rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
I can't stand the rain!
(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
I can't stand the rain!
(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
I can't stand the rain!
(uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
'gainst my window
When the rain hits my window
I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo
Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles Tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
Can we get kinky tonight?
Like CoCo, so-so
You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (say what?)
Yeah..
Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom!
(uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach
Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh)
Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)
It be me me me and Timothy (me me!)
Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)
I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain
Oh Missy, try to maintain
Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky..
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (yeah)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain!
I feel the wind
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn
Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin
Chill, I got my umbrella
My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty
Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me
To have me yes you lucky
I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (against my window)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
'gainst my window (what?)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
'gainst my window (uh)
I can't stand the rain! (what?)
(like that baby)
I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, stand the rain)
I can't stand the rain! (what?)
(can you stand the rain?)
I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, can you stand the rain?)
I can't stand the rain! (what?)
'gainst my window (uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain!
'gainst my window (huh)
I can't stand the rain! (hmm..)
'gainst my window (yo)
I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat)
'gainst my window (break it down baby)
I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
(yeah like that, uh-huh)
I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh)
(uhh.. Misdemeanor)
I can't stand the rain! ..
I can't stand the rain! ..
fades out
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feat. 702 & Magoo
[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
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feat. Timbaland
[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
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
[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 B-B-A (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
Jeez and a bells
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 its D-E low
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
[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
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feat. Timbaland
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
1 - 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
Repeat 1
[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
[Missy]
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
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feat. Ginuwine
[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 game
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 drive with me
Missy drive with me, drive with me
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feat. Aaliyah
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
1 - 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
Repeat 1 till fade
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You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many, many nights home alone
You won't be seing me around your way
No, No
And if you don't get it together
Baby I can't stay
1 - Don't be commin' in my face
Tryin to tell me you love me
You shoulda thought once or twice
Sacrifice and make it right
It's the thing that you do
Make me not love you
Go this way and you'll see
Get no other love like me
You never know I'm for real till I leave
And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me
You won't be seing me
Anymore
No, no
Cause when I'm long, long gone
I won't be back in this door
Repeat 1
To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello
To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello
Repeat 1
I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper
Till you smoked that cheaper reefer
Now you loony as fita, cheddar
Don't say a word
Yep I got tha word
Yeah I heard it from a little bird
Now I'm out the door
My four four
You don't know?
Get your bags and your things take the door
Don't take this shit no more
When you leave
You can leave out the back door
Fucker
Stupid niggas
Who always think they can play somebody
Ya'll know who ya'll are
Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time
Now you wanna come back all in our faces
Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit
Whatever man
Fuck you
Alright, I'm out
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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
1 - 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 1
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
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
2 - You never heard beets like this before
when me and Timberland walk through the door
our style be tighter then before,
you like our steelo
Repeat 2
Repeat 1 till fade
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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
1 - 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
Repeat 1
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
Repeat 1
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
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Nigga, waz 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
1 - 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
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
Repeat 1
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
Repeat 1
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
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feat. Nicole & Space
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
1 - 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
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
Repeat 1
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
Repeat 1
2 - 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 2
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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?
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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
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