NQC Management - b**hes & Sisters lyrics

[Hook x3] Let's describe a certain female [Verse 1: Jay-Z] (b**h) you know my name and the company I own (b**h) you like my style and you smell my cologne (b**h) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known (b**h) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home (b**h) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight All sidity like, like, like you ain't a (b**h) I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant and get Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off Before the neighbors take off to go to work So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church sh** (b**h) I got a sister who schooled me to sh** you chickens do Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening too (b**h) (b**h) (b**h) Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight All sidity like, like you ain't a (b**h) You ain't no better cause you don't be f**ing rappers You only f** with actors, you still getting f**ed backwards (b**h) Unless you f**ed a dude on his own merit And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw lyrics You're a (b**h), No ma, you're a (b**h) [Hook] [Interlude] Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for? Uh [Verse 2: Jay-Z] (b**h) Sisters get respect, b**hes get what they deserve SIsters work hard, b**hes work your nerves Sisters hold you down, b**hes hold you up Sisters help you progress, b**hes will slow you up Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids b**hes in street with their nose in your biz Sisters tell the truth, b**hes tell lies Sisters drive cars, b**hes wanna ride Sisters give-up the a**, b**hes give-up the a** Sisters do it slow, b**hes do it fast Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live b**hes have n***as all up in your crib Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie" b**hes don't give a f**, they wanna check for your homie Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is I love my sisters, I don't love no b**h