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