Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Back Stabbers lyrics

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Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Back Stabbers lyrics

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