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Beat Biters letra


She's a-a-a bitch
Yo (what, what), I'ma tell y'all, straight up-and-down (ooh)
It's like this (whoa), fo' real, it's goin' down like this, fo' real (yo)
She's a (tell 'em) bitch (bitch!)
You know, I'm sick o' y'all fake (uh-huh) timbaland beat-bitin' (whoa, whoa)
You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma bring it to y'all like this

By all means necessary (necessary)
You might catch me, somewhere, stickin' yo baby's daddy (uh-huh)
They say: Oh, Missy, you whack, but y'all not ready (never that)
'Cause I come-back like a smack
You hear my gats in yo back (blat-blat-blat), boom
Huh, like spaghetti (haha)
Half o' y'all MC's be stinkin' like boodetti (uh-huh)
So your record labels cut you off like confetti
Then you wanna call Missy and beg me-beg me (who?)
Ooh, beg me-beg me (ooh)
Dang, I'm very scary (very scary)
Burn a whole club down, like I was Carrie (uh)
Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry (uh-huh)
See, y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me (uh-huh)
Ooh, that's fine and dandy
Hey daddy-daddy (daddy-daddy)
Wise chicken heads, ooh, they be so petty
Hey, nah, nah, nah, you betta' not test me (nah)
I keep tellin' you, nah, you nevah' ready (you nevah'-)
Nah, you nevah' ready

Get rowdy (say what)
Let me hear y'all, loudly (uh-huh)
Keep my high niggas 'round me (ooh)
Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up (uh)
Get rowdy (get rowdy, baby)
Let me hear y'all loudly (uh-huh)
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see y'all work it, baby, work-work it, baby (what?)

In the club, I see niggas (ooh)
They think I'm supa' fly, they blow me sugars (muah)
So I cut them short, like some scissors (uh-huh)
They trynna take me home, to give me liquor
(You know who I am?) I'm a bitch
(Do you know what I make?) Filthy rich
(Do you know what this means?) Got a gat
(I thought you was a freak) never dat
You see me on the road, when I scroll
I float through the toll, like, whoa (beep-beep)
You just a silly ho, this I know (haha)
You be at every show for the dough, hear me now (say what?)

Get rowdy (uh-huh)
Let me hear y'all, loudly (what you got, fool?)
Keep my high niggas 'round me (say what?)
Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up (uh, uh, uh)
Get rowdy (uh-huh)
Let me hear y'all, loudly (what you got, fool?)
Keep my high niggas 'round me (keep 'em 'round me)
Let me see y'all work it, baby, work-work it, baby (uh, what?)

Yo, this is Timbaland
Callin' from the Matrix, y'all
And this is how we do it
Yo, Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what?

Beat-biter, dope-style-taker, originator (uh-huh)
Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em
Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one to grade 'em (uh-huh)
Check the verbatim: F is how we rate 'em (uh-huh)
How dare you make 'em just like we made 'em? (Uh-huh)
And I won't play 'em, and I won't say 'em
Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter

Get rowdy (uh-huh)
Let me hear y'all, loudly (what you got, fool?)
Keep my high niggas 'round me (say what?)
Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up (uh)
Get rowdy (uh-huh)
Let me hear y'all, loudly (what you got, fool?)
Keep my high niggas 'round me (keep 'em 'round me)
Let me see y'all work it, baby, work-work it, baby

Now, see, this one, right here (ooh) (hahaha)
This is for everybody (ooh)
This is for my people East (what, what? Ooh)
East, West, South (talk to 'em)
East (ooh), west, South (ooh, yo, baby, talk to 'em)
But you know what? Before I get up on outta' here (ooh)
I gotta say one thing to y'all beat-biters (ooh) (haha, say it)
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, y'all gotta come up with your own creativity
Your own originality, your own style
You know what I'm sayin'?
Hehe, you gonna be left-behind this time
Aight, ain't no love lost (no love)
All I just need you to do is stop beat-bitin'!
(That was Missy)
(Now, this is Timbaland, signin'-off from the Matrix)
(You heard that?)
(Shh! Skrrt!)

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