Brothers Ain't Shit

Brothers ain't shit, they lookin' for the next big ass they can stick
But this here chick's not on your dick
Pullin' your cars up close by the sidewalk
And got the nerve to get mad if I don't talk

Steady schemin' on how they want to stick it from the back
A young muthafucka sellin' crack
Go home and go to bed, son
You're just comin' from the barbershop and tryin' to get your head done

Take your ass downtown on 10th Avenue
Because a sister like me is not havin' you
Player, go around tellin' other brothers that you laid her
So I guess I'll see your ass later

Some brothers approach you while you're shoppin'
Their girl's not around, so they're goin hoe-hoppin'
From one girl to another
You turn your head for a minute, he's tryin' to kick it to your mother

Stop smilin', I know all you want to do is hit
And I really don't give a shit
They get mad, 'cause I always look serious
So they slam on my muthafuckin' period

I'm not impressed by the jewelry and the mink, dummy
Why don't you put some of your money in the banks, honey?
And if I hurt your feelings, I meant to
'Cause these here pants huh! Ya can't get into

Matter of fact, I'm tooken
So you brothers in the jeep can keep lookin', but I ain't hookin'
Yes, I'm givin' you the slip, all you can do is trick
Word, 'cause brothers ain't shit!

Brothers ain't shit!
Brothers ain't shit!

I'm on my way to the mall with a couple of friends
Some niggas pull up in a blue Benz
A kid named Mark with dark glasses
Talkin' about (yo, y'all got some real fat asses)

I kept walkin', Tracy stopped and started talkin'
With all these muthafuckas hawkin'
With that dumb-lookin' grin
Bitch gets in the car that was carryin' three men

I know the whole game well
They spend a little money, you end up at a hotel
Well, that's how they planned it
She didn't want to screw, so they left her ass stranded

That's what she gets for wildin'
Cold left the dumb bitch somewhere out in Long Island
Next time she'll act decent
And her moms won't have to come and get her ass from her precinct

Remember Shanté told you
Drugs is not the only thing a girl can say no to
You gotta watch every move that you make on the street
Word up, 'cause talk ain't that cheap

It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
Word, 'cause brothers ain't shit!

Brothers ain't shit!
Brothers ain't shit!
Brothers ain't shit!

Brothers ain't shit, so don't honk your horn, keep rollin'
No, I don't want to ride, 'cause the shit might be stolen
Anyway, I know your number
You got a, "Gas, Grass or Ass" sticker on your bumper

Go ahead and say I'm stuck up
'Cause I ain't doin' nothin' that will make my rep fucked up
'Cause it happens to the best of us, fuck the rest of us
Niggas keep testin' us

A man could make you want to kill him
Or late at night, make you want to thrill him
He'll give you money, you can even be fly
But he still has to cheat, and you want to know why?

That's the dog in him - woof, woof!
That makes him get up in the middle of the night and go poof!
You say, "Yo, yo, where ya goin'?"
He's cheatin' and he's skeezin' and you're not even knowin'

But this is what they usually do
Suck on the thing, and they make you go "woo"
And then he hits the door
And for the rest of the night she don't see him no more

He's got shit at your house? Here's what you do
You should do some voodoo! (Mmh!)
Make his dick small
Make him see spiders on the wall

Then make him throw a fit
Why? 'Cause brothers ain't shit!

Brothers ain't shit!
Brothers ain't shit!
Brothers ain't shit!
Brothers ain't shit!



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Writer(s): William Paul Mitchell, Nathaniel Wilson, Roxanne Shante
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