Back Stabbers - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Little Kim Aka Big Momma

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

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!

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