| Y’all don’t really know who I am, God damn
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| I’m like grease in the frying pan cause I am
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| Bacon, eggs, toast, butter
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| Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than others
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| Go ask your brother if y’all don’t believe
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| I control the industry cause Missy in the lead
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| Uhh, I’m talkin to you man
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| With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan
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| When I was young my pops, throw rocks
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| Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
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| Couldn’t wait 'til I was nice and grown
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| Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'
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| On and on and on 'til the record scratch
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| And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)
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| Take moms with me and a few ADAT’s
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| And make a song about that and tell pops it’s a wrap (YES!)
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| Oah-KAYYYYY!
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| hold up
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| Y’all don’t really know my life
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| Y’all don’t really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!)
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| Y’all don’t really know my fears
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| And how many years to get here but I’m ready to rumble
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| Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac
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| I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
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| Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
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| Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk
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| I’m a low key nigga, a O.G. |
| nigga
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| Entertain my guests in «The Basement» like Tigger
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| Grand Puba and the name ring bells
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| And if it ain’t about paper I don’t waste my sells
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| So the new school new school need to learn yo
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| I burn baby burn like a Hunt’s Pointe ho
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| Yo yo Puba, hold up
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| Let’s take 'em back on some «411» shit
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| MA-RYYYY!
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| I’m Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don’t rap
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| I’m known around the map to always make a comeback
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| I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers
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| Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
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| Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
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| Messin with them cats that’s said to get I had to give
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| I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up
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| I didn’t give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up
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| + (Mary)
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| Y’all don’t really know my struggles
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| (I had two or three jobs I had to juggle)
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| And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
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| (Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover)
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| (Y'all don’t know the half) Don’t know the half
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| (I'm better off now that was in the past)
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| I had to take the good stuff with the bad
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| Now I’m (thankful for the little things that I have)
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| I’m Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don’t rap
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| Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
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| I’m Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don’t rap
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| Grand Puba, and the name ring bells |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Struggles , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album The Cookbook, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп