Beat Biters Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

[Missy] 

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 

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[CHORUS] 

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! 

[Missy - Verse Two] 

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) 

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[Repeat CHORUS] 

[Timbaland] 

Yo, this is Timbaland 

Callin' from the Matrix yall 

And this how we do it 

Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what 

[Missy] 

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 

[Repeat CHORUS] 

[Missy] 

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'! 

[Timbaland] 

That was Missy 

Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix 

You heard that 

Shh