[Intro: Grand Puba, Missy Elliott]
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
(Ho-ho-ho-hold up)
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Y'all don't really know who I am, goddamn
I'm like grease in the frying pan, 'cause I am
Bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth, sexy lover, more fresh than others (Aah!)
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 (Whoo!)
When I was young, my Pops'd 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 ADATs
And make a song about that and tell Pops he's a rat (Yes!)
Okay!
(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)
[Hook: 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 (Come on)
(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)
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
(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)
[Verse 2: Grand Puba, Missy Elliott]
Yeah, I be that throwback cat (Uh-huh), I throw back 'gnac (Uh-huh)
I spit hot raps (Uh), then I check my traps (Whoa)
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk (Uh-huh)
Ram up in somethin' like that nigga Marshall Faulk
I'm a low-key nigga (Whoo), a O.G. nigga (Whoo)
Entertain my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger (Hold it)
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
And if it ain't about paper, I don't waste my cells
So the new school, new school, need to learn, yo (Uh-huh)
I burn, baby, burn like a Hunts Pointe ho
Yo, yo, Puba, hold up
Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit
Maryyyy!
[Verse 3: Mary J. Blige, Missy Elliott, Both]
I'm Mary J. Blige – for a fact, I don't rap (Whoo!)
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback (Uh-huh)
I went through some struggles, fightin' with my ex-lovers (Huh!)
Stayed in lots of trouble, but since then I had recovered
I had to pay them bills (Come on!), the places I lived (Uh-huh)
Messin' with them cats that said, "To get, I had to give"
I had to tell them "Back up"
'Cause I was quick to smack 'em up (Uh-huh)
I didn't give a WHAT – Mary J. would act up (Woo)
[Hook 2: Missy Elliott, Mary J. Blige]
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, yeah (Come on)
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
Now I'm thankful for the little things that I have
[Outro: Mary J. Blige, Grand Puba]
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
