Текст (слова) песни: Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Back Stabbers

 
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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