Back Stabbers Lyrics - Singles - Junior M.a.f.i.a

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 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 want to choke me till I bleed 

Now watch a bitch 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 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-occurring dreams-bitches 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 fuckin 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 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 want to do is be rich and stay that bitch 

Clock dough on the law,why'know? 

CHORUS TO FADE