Junior M.A.F.I.A., Little Kim Aka Big Momma - Back Stabbers

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Smile in your face!\nYeaaah!\nBack Stabbers!\nIntro/Chorus\nThey smile in your face\nAll the time they wanna take your place\nThe back stabbers!(Back stabbers)\nVerse 1:(Lil kim aka big momma)\nThe Buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains\nDental records checkin my remains it’s hard to explain\nFirst I see 'em then I don’t they disappear\nFirst she tried to slit my throat now she ain’t there\nI’m seein bitches in the mirrors behind me But when I turn around, they hard to find\nSee a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed\nMake a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed\nNow watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums\nThat some young bum had to bust just for wreck\nEarn some self-respect, now should I tote a fo' pound\n'Cause a clown wants my autograph\nBroken off that hash I think he wants my cash\nThe Lexus and rings, give a s** simple and plain\nBut these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad\nSo they scheme on a cream, you know\nFuck the hos, bitches is detrimental, the guns is essential\nVerse 2:(Lil kim)\nI’m having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my cream\nThey wanna be lieutenant so it seems, I can’t sleep\nI see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed\nThe shadow stops, points a Glock to my fuckin head\nI grab my pillow, crack the back window\nPull out the tre-8, bust three times at the gate\nLord have mercy! The devil tryin to curse me I keeps seeing shit that wasn’t there in the first\nSee bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man\nSteal out my crib, then come an' try an' shake my hand\nYeah man, breakin you down one time\nI packs that shit for your ass, Chronic for your mind\nI keeps it real on all you bitches, I wish you keep your mind\nOff my motherfuckin riches\nBitches, I’m tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes\nBank rolls is all I knows, that shit is dead chicken-head!\nVerse 3:(Lil kim)\nThe morning’s finally here, damn! What should I wear?\nTime 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\nJust ope' it up, the motherfucker’s gone\nI’m hearing voices in the back of my mind\nBetter grab my 2, 'cause this fool might get outta line\nI guess it’s time to test this bullet-proof dress\nFrom putting holes up in my chest\nI’m lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face\nI see three bitches and still I got to play it safe\nI hope my dress come in handy, but when I open the door\nThree little girls selling candy, ya see bitches is jealous\nOf Little Kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them\nAll I wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch\nClock dough on the law, y’know?\nChorus to fade