{Missy it's Diane Here's the information for the Where, where you can send the flowers to The florist for Aaliyah I'll give you the phone, phone number In case you need it Okay Missy take of yourself I love you I love you, bye, bye} I been checkin' on your moms and dad And your brother, sister, day you left Passed on and went away with God But for your momma it's been so damn hard I hate to even hear her cry Aaliyah, she asked me "Why would her baby girl go this way?" Can you give me better words to say? One day she'll see you again With the same old beautiful smile Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird You'll be singing them same old songs Aaliyah, can you hear me? I hope that you're proud of me Me and Tim, we been doing our thing But it's never been the same since you had to go I ain't never met a friend more incredible I know you're in real good hands With God, but damn, I miss you Aaliyah, if you see Left Eye Will you tell her me and Boz miss her too? 'Cuz no one's gonna fill her space TC L not replaced Y'all the reasons we learned to love Love fly high wit' your twenty two doves One day we'll see her again With the same old beautiful smile Crazy but sexy, cool An' she'll be rappin' them same old songs Lisa, can you hear me? We hope that you're proud of us TLC has come long way But it's never been the same since you had to go 'Cuz the healing process will be long and slow Aaliyah, I know you're in a safer place You're face to face with the creator and our maker And if you and Left Eye happen to chat Tell her me an' Tionne, we know she much safer If you see Biggie Smalls, up in the clouds Tell him, he's still the illest MC we had around 2Pac, there is only one, Big Pun RIP We say one, yeah, yeah One day we will see y'all again With the same old beautiful smiles All styles, so many styles And y'all be doing the same old things The last time we seen ya We hope y'all can change the world Let them see how short life be It would never be the same since you had to go To the music world y'all are incredible

Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go) Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right) And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go) Yo, uh, come on, come on, now Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club) And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill That's the only way to explain these mic skills On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real The more steel, the more bodybags to fill Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum Want some, take some, I get it crunk Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps When they play this in the club (say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?) And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?) Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?) You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends Got to get it, and when I'm gone Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain I guess that should explain why I given the dope name Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee? I'ma grown man, so I do grown man things Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady It's all good, everything I spit, all hood And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream Let's work... come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy Hitmen baby, let's work, come on Let's work, come on, yeah Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga Joe er, I see you, let's work, yeah

Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box Know you better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your d- Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these d- All on your face that you taste on, that's cake when I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick, I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to grindin' music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you boy, don't you say a thing Baby, why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a man Know this p- not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo) We could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man To eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo, yeah) Stop playin' This be the jam Miss don't really give a damn I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Say, can you hear Is there a meaning to your grief? Where there is pain You see grace As if sacrifice Was meaningful end in itself Your trial and error is error and error Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken You're self-absorbed Raving about your cryptic ways Aren't willing to change Old grudges Hoping for your turn All the basement stories you heard Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken