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(Ah, ah, ah) this is an old-school Missy exclusive
(Huh! Ooh-ooh!)

Look, I ain't on no rah-rah shit
You don't wanna test how far Miss get (ooh)
Me and Timothy's cars got kits (ah)
But we don't drive around tryin' to prove you're shit (oh)

E'rryone trynna' be dat bitch
But there can only be one bitch make hits (ah)
I know I must make y'all sick (ah)
'Cause after I spit, you beg to quit (ooh!)

I used to drive a six (uh)
And then I got a Murciélago, to sit (oh) on the plush leather seats
Forget that I am my own clique?
Yes, I must admit (yeah!)

M-I-S is it
Misdemeanor, have ya seen her? I'm the best it get (come on)
And those who try to test this chick (uh)
Where they at, right now? In peace, restinin' (ah!)

If you broke, just say you broke
'Cause I'll be blowin'-up yo' asses in smoke (uh-huh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum-broke nigga, that's fo' sho' (haha!)
I know you broke, just say you broke (whew!)
'Cause I'll be blowin'-up yo' asses in smoke (ah)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum-broke liar, that's fo' sho' (fo' sho')

Yeah, boo, you know you're a joke
Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro' (ooh!)
Act like you down wit' so-and-so
Your whack-on-whack bows I came to throw (huh?)

I might just let ya' mop my flo'
Here's my autograph, take this flick to go (cheese!)
Miss, don't say no mo', 'cause you know what I do
And you know what I know (oh!)

And I don't think so
You don't wanna lose a arm o' elbow (whew!)
If ya broke, man, just say so
'Cause that Bentley that you're rentin', yo, it's got to go (ah!)

Back to the black man sto'
Along witcha' weave, cop a new afro (ha!)
Why you wanna make me stoop so low?
But if you try to test me, I just check ya slow (come on)

If you broke, just say you broke
'Cause I'll be blowin'-up yo' asses in smoke (uh-huh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum-broke nigga, dat's fo' sho' (haha!)
I know you broke, just say you broke
'Cause I'll be blowin' up yo' asses in smoke (ah)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum-broke liar, dat's fo' sho' (fo' sho')

In old school, we used to call out names (whew!)
But I ain't tryin' to give you no fame (huh?)
My credit card gon' bring ya pain (ah)
To know yo' bank account just hold change (ooh!)

No need to wreck ya brains (uh)
Trynna' see who Missy gon' slain (huh?)
I roll solo, not with a gang
I don't carry guns, I kick ass wit' a chain (yeah!)

Don't make me say it again
I don't carry guns, I kick ass wit' a chain (wata!)
Like a Chinese man, reverse it (ti esrever)
Ya know what I'm sayin?

If you broke, just say you broke
'Cause I'll be blowin'-up yo' asses in smoke (uh-huh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum-broke nigga, dat's fo' sho' (haha!)
I know you broke, just say you broke (whew!)
'Cause I'll be blowin'-up yo' asses in smoke (ah)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum-broke liar, dat's fo' sho' (fo' sho')

Dear Lord Almighty
I know when it's our time to go, it's our time to go
But when You come to carry us home, do we not be entertainers anymore?
Do we just rest-in-peace, or do we go back to see our family's pain?
Do we not remember hell on Earth'll come back as a new person again?
I ask these questions: Will Aaliyah, Lisa, Tupac, Big Pun be our newest generation?
Because, if so, like a Michael Jackson release, the whole world is anticipatin'
To see these fallen soldiers come back and get the crown they deserve
For givin' us great music, and great music that will always be heard
We love you