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B*****s and Sisters [*]
by Jay-Z



(Let's describe a certain female)
(Let's describe a certain female)
(Let's describe a certain female)

(B****) you know my name and the company I own
(B****) you like my style and you smell my cologne
(B****) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known
(B****) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home
(B****) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight
Also diddy like, like, like
You ain't a (B****), I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get
Pregnant again
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 s***
(B****) I got a sister who schooled me to s*** 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 to
(B****) (B****) (B****)
Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight
Also diddy like, like
You ain't a (B****), You ain't no better cuz you don't be
F***ing rappers
You only f*** with actors, you still getting f**ked backwards
(B****) Unless you f***ed a dude on his own merit
And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw leverage
You're a (B****), No ma, you're a (B****)

(Let's describe a certain female)
(Let's describe a certain female)
(Let's describe a certain female)
Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for? Uh

(B****) Sisters get respect, b****es get what they deserve
Sisters work hard, b****es work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, b****es hold you up
Sisters help you progress, b****es will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
B****es in street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, b****es tell lies
Sisters drive cars, b****es wanna ride
Sisters give-up the a**, b****es give-up the a**
Sisters do it slow, b****es do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
B****es have n*****s all up in your crib
Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"
B****es don't give a f***, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay cause they know how 'Hov is
I love my sisters, I don't love no b****
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written by CARTER, SHAWN / HAYES, ISAAC / PORTER, DAVID / SMITH, JUSTIN
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing