Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - Back Stabbers lyrics

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Smile in your face!

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
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Language: English

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