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
 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