| 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 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 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 I keep tellin’you nah you never ready
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| Nah you never ready
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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 Let me see yall work it and work it till yall can’t stand up Get rowdy
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| Let me hear yall loudly
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| Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see yall work it baby, work work it baby WHAT!
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat Biters , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album Da Real World, in the genre R&B