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Lil' Kim( Lil Kim )
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Back Stabbers
Smile in your face!
Yeaaah!
Back stabbers!
Intro/chorus
They smile in your face
All the time they wanna take your place
The back stabbers!(back stabbers)
Verse 1:(lil kim aka big momma)
The buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains
Dental records checkin my remains,it's hard to explain
First i see 'em then i don't, they disappear
First she tried to slit my throat,now she ain't there
I'm seein bitches in the mirrors behind me
But when i turn around, they hard to find
See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
Make a bitch wanna choke me till i bleed
Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums
That some young bum had to bust just for wreck
Earn some self-respect,now should i tote a fo' pound
'cause a clown wants my autograph
Broken off that hash i think he wants my cash
The lexus and rings,give a sex simple and plain
But these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad
So they scheme on a cream,you know
Fuck the hos,bitches is detrimental,the guns is essential
Chorus x 2
Verse 2:(lil kim)
I'm having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my cream
They wanna be lieutenant so it seems,i can't sleep
I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed
The shadow stops,points a glock to my fuckin head
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I grab my pillow,crack the back window
Pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate
Lord have mercy!the devil tryin to curse me
I keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the first
See bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man
Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man,breakin you down one time
I packs that shit for your ass,chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you bitches,i wish you keep your mind
Off my motherfuckin riches
Bitches,i'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all i knows,that shit is dead chicken-head!
Chorus x 2
Verse 3:(lil kim)
The morning's finally here,damn!what should i wear?
Time to get dressed and do my hair,once again it's on
Somebody's knockin at my door,but when i walk across the floor
Just ope' it up,the motherfucker's gone
I'm hearing voices in the back of my mind
Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line
I guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dress
From putting holes up in my chest
I'm lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face
I see three bitches and still i got to play it safe
I hope my dress come in handy,but when i open the door
Three little girls selling candy,ya see bitches is jealous
Of little kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
All i wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch
Clock dough on the law,y'know?
Chorus to fade
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