Smile in your face!
Yeaaah!
Back Stabbers!
INTRO/CHORUS
They smile in your face
All the time they want to 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 b**hes 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 b**h want to choke me till I bleed
Now watch a b**h breathe from dumb-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 s** simple and plain
But these b**hes is mad an' they n***as is bad
So they scheme on a CREAM,you know
f** the hos,b**hes is detrimental,the guns is essential
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 2:(LIL KIM)
I'm having re-occurring dreams-b**hes they want my CREAM
They want to 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 f**in head
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 sh** that wasn't there in the first
See b**hes be livin mad fad-they f** my man
Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man,breakin you down one time
I packs that sh** for your a**,Chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you b**hes,I wish you keep your mind
Off my motherf**in riches
b**hes,I'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all I knows,that sh** 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 motherf**er'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 b**hes 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 b**hes is jealous
Of Little Kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
All I want to do is be rich and stay that b**h
Clock dough on the law,why'know?
CHORUS TO FADE