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Jimmie's Chicken Shack - Brothers Ain't Shit lyrics
[ 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 itJimmie's Chicken Shack - Brothers Ain't Shit - http://motolyrics.com/jimmies-chicken-shack/brothers-aint-shit-lyrics.html
 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








