Lil' Kim - Back Stabbers Lyrics
Smile in your face!Yeaaah!Back stabbers!Intro/chorusThey smile in your faceAll the time they wanna take your placeThe back stabbers!(back stabbers)Verse 1:(lil kim aka big momma)The buda got my brain seein my own my blood stainsDental records checkin my remains,it's hard to explainFirst i see 'em then i don't, they disappearFirst she tried to slit my throat,now she ain't thereI'm seein *****es in the mirrors behind meBut when i turn around, they hard to findSee a little bit of weed and a little bit of greedMake a ***** wanna choke me till i bleedNow watch a ***** breathe from dum-dumsThat some young bum had to bust just for wreckEarn some self-respect,now should i tote a fo' pound'cause a clown wants my autographBroken off that hash i think he wants my cashThe lexus and rings,give a sex simple and plainBut these *****es is mad an' they niggas is badSo they scheme on a cream,you know***** the hos,*****es is detrimental,the guns is essentialChorus x 2Verse 2:(lil kim)I'm having re-occuring dreams-*****es they want my creamThey wanna be lieutenant so it seems,i can't sleepI see an image that keeps movin round and round my bedThe shadow stops,points a glock to my *****in headI grab my pillow,crack the back windowPull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gateLord have mercy!the devil tryin to curse meI keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the firstSee *****es be livin mad fad-they ***** my manSteal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my handYeah man,breakin you down one timeI packs that shit for your ass,chronic for your mindI keeps it real on all you *****es,i wish you keep your mindOff my mother*****in riches*****es,i'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothesBank rolls is all i knows,that shit is dead chicken-head!Chorus x 2Verse 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 onSomebody's knockin at my door,but when i walk across the floorJust ope' it up,the mother*****er's goneI'm hearing voices in the back of my mindBetter grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta lineI guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dressFrom putting holes up in my chestI'm lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the faceI see three *****es and still i got to play it safeI hope my dress come in handy,but when i open the doorThree little girls selling candy,ya see *****es is jealousOf little kim because my click is thicker than the rest of themAll i wanna do is be rich and stay that *****Clock dough on the law,y'know?Chorus to fade
