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Missy Elliot - My struggles
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[Grand Puba]
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

[Missy Elliott]
Yīall donīt really know who I am, God damn
Iīm like grease in the frying pan cause I am
bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than {?}
Go ask your brother if yīall donīt believe
I control the industry cause Missy in the lead
{*scratching*} Uhh, Iīm talkin to you man
With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan
When I was young my pops, throw rocks
Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
Couldnīt wait ītil I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth ītil six in the mornī
On and on and on ītil the record scratch
And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)
Take moms with me and a few ADATīs
And make a song about dad and tell pops heīs a rat (YES!)
Oah-KAYYYYY!

[scratched] hold up

[Chorus 2X: Missy Elliott]
Yīall donīt really know my life
Yīall donīt really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!)
Yīall donīt really know my fears
And how many years to get here but Iīm ready to rumble

[Grand Puba]
Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback īgnac
I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk
Iīm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga
Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
And if it ainīt about paper I donīt waste my sells
So the new school new school need to learn yo
I burn baby burn like a Huntīs Pointe ho

[Missy Elliott]
Yo yo Puba, hold up
Letīs take īem back on some "411" shit
MA-RYYYY!

[beat changes]

[Mary J. Blige]
Iīm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I donīt rap
Iīm known around the map to always make a comeback
I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
Messin with them cats thatīs said to get I had to give
I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack īem up
I didnīt give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up

[Chorus: Missy (Mary)]
Yīall donīt really know my struggles
(I had two or three jobs I had to juggle)
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
(Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover)
(Yīall donīt know the half) Donīt know the half
(Iīm better off now that was in the past)
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
Now Iīm (thankful for the little things that I have)

[scratched] Iīm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I donīt rap
[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
[scratched] Iīm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I donīt rap
[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells