Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beat Biters, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song Da Real World, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 30.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ATG, Atlantic
Song language: English
Beat Biters |
| 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 |
| 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! |
| 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) |
| Yo, this is Timbaland |
| Callin’from the Matrix yall |
| And this how we do it |
| Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what |
| 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 |
| 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'! |
| That was Missy |
| Now this is Timbaland signin’off from the Matrix |
| You heard that |
| Shh |