MISSY ELLIOTT - Beat Biters lyrics
[missy]<br>She's ah......uh uh....bitch<br>Yo...i'ma tell y'all straight up and down<br>It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal<br>She's ah....bitch (tell 'em)<br>I'm sick of y'all fake timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'<br>I'ma bring it to y'all like this<br><br>By all means necessary<br>You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy<br>They say oh missy you wack but y'all not ready<br>Cuz I come back like a smack<br>You hear my gats in yo back (blat-blat-blat)<br>Huh, like spaghetti<br>Half of y'all mcs be stinkin' like boobetti<br>So your record label cut you off like confetti<br>They you wanna call missy and beg me, (who) ooh beg me beg me<br>Dag I'm very scary<br>Burn a whole club down like I was carrie<br>Give a boy french kiss, he wanna marry<br>See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me<br>Ooh, that's fine and dandy<br>Hey daddy-daddy<br>Why these chickenheads, ooh they be so petty<br>Hey nah nah nah, you best not test me<br>I keep tellin' you nah you never ready<br>Nah you never ready<br><br>[chorus]<br>Get rowdy<br>Let me hear y'all loudly<br>Keep my high niggas 'round me<br>Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up<br>Get rowdy<br>Let me hear y'all loudly<br>Keep my high niggas 'round me<br>Let me see y'all work it baby, work work it baby what!<br><br>[missy - verse two]<br>In the club, I see niggas<br>They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs<br>So I cut them short like some scissors<br>They trying to take me home, they give me liquor<br>You know who I am, i'ma bitch<br>Do you know what I make, filthy rich<br>Do you know what this means, gotta gat<br>I thought you was a freak, never that<br>You see me on the road, when I stroll<br>I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep)<br>You just a silly hoe, this I know<br>You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (what)<br><br>[repeat chorus]<br><br>[timbaland]<br>Yo, this is timbaland<br>Callin' from the matrix yall<br>And this how we do it<br>Yo missy, tell 'em how you feel, what<br><br>[missy]<br>Beat biter, dope style taker, originator<br>Or just an imitator<br>Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em<br>Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em<br>Check the verbatim, f is how we rate 'em<br>How dare you make 'em, jus like we made 'em<br>And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em<br>Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter<br><br>[repeat chorus]<br><br>[missy]<br>Now see this one right here (ooh)<br>This is for everybody (ooh)<br>This is for my people east (ooh) east, west, south<br>East (ooh) west, south (ooh)<br>But you know what before I get up on outta here (ooh)<br>I gotta say one thing to y'all beat biters (ooh)<br>It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (ooh) you know what I'm sayin'<br>And I'm kinda sick of that (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)<br>That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)<br>That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)<br>That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)<br>On everything y'all gotta come up with<br>Yall own creativity, y'all own originality, y'all own style<br>You know what I'm sayin'<br>Heh, you gonna be left behind this time<br>Aight ain't no love lost<br>All need you to do is stop beat bitin'!<br><br>[timbaland]<br>That was missy<br>Now this is timbaland signin' off from the matrix<br>You heard that<br>Shh
