I Like Control

[Intro: DJ Clue] New Missy Featuring Mocha Nicole D-J-Clue [Verse 1: Mocha] What hot, we droppin' What not, we stoppin' Ya'll rock toppin', we bottle poppin' Ya'll block watchin', we watch coppin' Ya'll car hoppin', cause now we got it locked and We dedicate for ya'll feather weight You better skate cause we never late Gon' replicate then bet I set it straight But you can't bet what you never make I'm the same cat from the same tracks That hadda bring crack when you played that When I spit move way back, you get sprayed at I write my own shit bitch, can you say that? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Alot of ya'll MC's talk mo' shit Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip I know most of ya'll rappers live dead broke I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough" Rappin' 'bout the weed and you can't even roll If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke? Why you gotta front when you whack as shit Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow Turn on your radio, see me control [Verse 2: Mocha] It's best that thee put on the bets wit' me And testin' me? I hit your chest wit' three Let's make it clear that we gon' take it there The way it appears, there ain't a club shakin' rears Mocha here, call me the richest chick With the thickest chips, and the quickest whip Get a grip, why can't you try wit' me Dumb variety, I get it done lively [Bridge: Lady Wray] My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy it [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Wooo, I get it hot like heat You the MC that 'posed to scare me? Ahhh, scream 'till my voice get hoarse Spit on the mic, make all ya'll moist Hey, you don't wanna fuck with me And if you do, then you've been practicing And no one even told you who I was Well I'mma set it off and show you who I am God damn, I got skills like a thief And while you sleep I snatch out all ya teeth Hey, you don't really want that beef I repeat, you don't really want that beef I said hey, you don't really want that beef Now you know not to mess with me, hah hah Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh (mmm mmmm) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Alot of ya'll MC's talk mo' shit Talkin' bout hits and all the whips you dip I know most of ya'll rappers live dead broke I go to your accountant and he say, "No dough" Rappin' 'bout the weed and you can't even roll If I blow you a gun nigga, can you smoke? Why you gotta front when you whack as shit Me and Mocha, we ain't braggin' bitch I ain't gotta rap about the dough I hold And I ain't 'bout to talk about the cars I drove And I ain't gotta front about the shows I blow Turn on your radio, see me control [Bridge: Lady Wray] My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy it My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy My rhymes, they like They really, really like They for it, adore it So come let them enjoy it [Outro: DJ Clue] Missy My nigga Timbaland Aaliyah The whole VA Crew Word up DJ Clue The Professional Niggas don't want it Word up, word up