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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 girls 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 b*tch wanna choke me till I bleed
Now watch a b*tch breathe from dum-dums
That some young b*m 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 girls is mad an' they is bad
So they scheme on a CREAM,you know
fk the hos,girls is detrimental,the guns is essential
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 2:(LIL KIM)
I'm having re-occuring dreams-girls 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 fkin 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 s**t that wasn't there in the first
See girls be livin mad fad-they fk my man
Steal out my crib,then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man,breakin you down one time
I packs that s**t for your ass,Chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you girls,I wish you keep your mind
Off my motherfkin riches
girls,I'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all I knows,that s**t is dead chicken-head!
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 3:(LIL KIM)
The morning's finally here,d*mn!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 motherfker'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 girls 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 girls 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 b*tch
Clock dough on the law,y'know?
CHORUS TO FADE