Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

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 [Incomprehensible]

Go ask your brother if y`all don`t believe
I control the industry `cause Missy in the lead
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 s**t 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
Take moms with me and a few Adat`s
And make a song about dad and tell pops he`s a rat, okay

Y`all don`t really know my life
Y`all don`t really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y`all don`t really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I`m ready to rumble

Y`all don`t really know my life
Y`all don`t really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y`all don`t really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I`m ready to rumble

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 ni**a Marshall Faulk

I`m a low key ni**a, a O.G. ni**a
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

Yo yo Puba, hold up
Let`s take `em back on some 411 s**t
Mary

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

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

I`m Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don`t rap
Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
I`m Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don`t rap
Grand Puba, and the name ring bells