Missy Elliott My Struggles (feat Mary Jblige And Grand Puba) Lyrics

My Struggles (feat Mary Jblige And Grand Puba) Lyrics

[Grand Puba]

Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba



[Missy Elliott]

Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn

I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am

bacon, eggs, toast, butter

Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than {?}

Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe

I control the industry cause Missy in the lead

{*scratching*} Uhh, I'm 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

Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown

Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'

On and on and on 'til the record scratch

And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)

Take moms with me and a few ADAT's

And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (YES!)

Oah-KAYYYYY!



[scratched] hold up



[Chorus 2X: Missy Elliott]

Y'all don't really know my life

Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!)

Y'all don't really know my fears

And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble



[Grand Puba]

Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac

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

I'm 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 ain't about paper I don't waste my sells

So the new school new school need to learn yo

I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho



[Missy Elliott]

Yo yo Puba, hold up

Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit

MA-RYYYY!



{*beat changes*}



[Mary J. Blige]

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

I'm 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 that's said to get I had to give

I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up

I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up



[Chorus: Missy] + (Mary)

Y'all don't 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)

(Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half

(I'm better off now that was in the past)

I had to take the good stuff with the bad

Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have)



[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells

[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells