[VERSE 1] Brothers ain't shit They're 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 wanna 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 wanna 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 bank, sonny? And if I hurt your feelings, I meant to Cause these here pants you 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
[VERSE 2] 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 wanna 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 a precint 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 wanna grab it I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit Word, cause brothers ain't shit
[VERSE 3] Brothers ain't shit So don't honk your horn, keep rollin No, I don't wanna 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 wanna kill him Or late at night make you wanna thrill him He'll give you money, you can even be fly But he still has to cheat, and you wanna 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 you 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 "Whoo..." And then he hits the door And for the rest of the night you don't see him no more He's got shit at your house? Here's what you do You should do some voodoo Make his dick small Make him see spiders on the wall Then make him throw a fit Why? Cause brothers ain't shit
Compositores: Nathaniel Thomas Wilson (Kool G Rapp), William Paul Mitchell, Lolita Shante Gooden ECAD: Obra #37817761