Lyrics
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