Joy
Joy
Joy, so sick
Joy

Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I`m spittin` over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show `n` prove

Since ninety-two, I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin` through
My belly out and sellin` out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze

My attitude is super cool like I`m subdued
And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break `em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y`all fools

Whoever doubted that I`m `bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
`Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved

This year y`all gon` all lose sleep
I break `em off somethin`, break `em off somethin`
This year y`all gon` all lose sleep

This year y`all gon` all lose sleep
When I break `em off somethin`, break `em off somethin`
This year you hear a real MC, when I
Break, break, b-b-break, break, break

I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Mr. Mos`, this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show

Spit on break beats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep `em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow

I`m slowin`, the track down, so you don`t miss the s**t
That Misdemeanor talkin` like that chronic get you super high

This year y`all gon` all lose sleep
I break `em off somethin`, break `em off somethin`
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

This year y`all gon` all lose sleep
When I break `em off somethin`, break `em off somethin`
This year you hear a real MC
Break `em off somethin`, break `em off somethin`

See I`m a pimp that`s on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what`s on my mind, my teeth`ll make you blind
My heat`ll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life`ll be deleted

`Cause I don`t play dat, you know I don`t play dat
Wherever you talkin` noise is where you gon` lay at
I`m "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me

But now I`m on top, I`m hot I can`t stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I`m trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real

I`m who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can`t be cloned
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
That`s my cell phone number, hit me on the low, I got

Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin `round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don`t cram yo` s**t up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo` big-big feet
We came to party up in this bitch