feat. Ms. Jade

{intro:Missy}

This is a Misdemeanor exclusive

If your is experiencing any kind of difficulties

Turn the volume up

Yes, turn the volume up

Yes, turn the volume up

This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)

[verse1:Missy]

It's very necessary, on the contrary

No you do not scare me, as you drink your Bloody Mary

Police, you better hurry, before i have to bury

My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy

I used to drive a Chevy, put 20s on that baby

My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me

so now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terry

& Terry is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry

The life he lives is fairy, cartoon like "Tom & Jerry"

My flow is legendary & your style is temporary

Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary

The words that i spit don't fit in that catergory

Yes my vision blury My speech is very slurry

Me w/o Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry

& yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry

Cuz when this albulm drops, you whack MCs will get all buried

[Chorus]

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party

Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

(repeat 3x)

[verse2:Missy]

Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money

You always lookin' bummy, i dont care if you dont love me

dont try to come before me, unless you are a dummy

Repeat, youll loose your teeth & i would hate to call you gummy

Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey

This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy

Its about to get so ugly, & ima keep ya'll runnin'

Hidin from me, cuz you know you are weak

you aint sayin nothin, i keep it jumpin jumpin

In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin somethin in ya trunkin

You can say I'm buggin, cuz when I come out bustin

Thats why ya'll be discussin who i like & who i'm fuckin

Repeat Chorus

[Break: Timbaland]

C'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon

Ficky, uh, uh, uh

C'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon

(*beat changes)

[verse3:Ms. Jade]

Had a little homie named Paul Revere

Smoked blunt after blunt, guzzled 40s of beer

He would swear up & down every 1st of the year

He was gonna quit smokin, but he never did

Watch ya'll huskey, it's about that time

Gettin ready for the club 'round quarter til nine

Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride

Might spit like a girl, but i hit like a guy

Me & Missy ballin up the avenue

Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin dudes

Music biz only reason i aint jackin fools

You know bullshit walk & stackin rules

Niggas keeps drawin, the streets keep callin

Drink til i'm nice & uh, uh-uh, on'n

I'm bad luck, ya'll mad cuz ya'll suck

Please do not try to fuck with this young buck

Please do not try to fuck with this young buck

(*beat switches back to original)

repeat chorus