| Smile in your face!
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| Yeaaah!
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| Back stabbers!
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| Intro/chorus
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| They smile in your face
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| All the time they wanna take your place
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| The back stabbers!(back stabbers)
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| Verse 1:(lil kim aka big momma)
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| The buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains
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| Dental records checkin my remains, it's hard to explain
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| First i see 'em then i don’t, they disappear
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| First she tried to slit my throat, now she ain’t there
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| I’m seein bitches in the mirrors behind me But when i turn around, they hard to find
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| See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
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| Make a bitch wanna choke me till i bleed
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| Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums
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| That some young bum had to bust just for wreck
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| Earn some self-respect, now should i tote a fo’pound
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| 'cause a clown wants my autograph
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| Broken off that hash i think he wants my cash
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| The lexus and rings, give a sex simple and plain
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| But these bitches is mad an’they niggas is bad
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| So they scheme on a cream, you know
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| Fuck the hos, bitches is detrimental, the guns is essential
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| Verse 2:(lil kim)
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| I’m having re-occuring dreams-bitches they want my cream
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| They wanna be lieutenant so it seems, i can’t sleep
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| I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed
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| The shadow stops, points a glock to my fuckin head
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| I grab my pillow, crack the back window
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| Pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate
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| Lord have mercy! |
| the devil tryin to curse me I keeps seeing shit that wasn’t there in the first
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| See bitches be livin mad fad-they fuck my man
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| Steal out my crib, then come an’try an’shake my hand
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| Yeah man, breakin you down one time
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| I packs that shit for your ass, chronic for your mind
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| I keeps it real on all you bitches, i wish you keep your mind
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| Off my motherfuckin riches
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| Bitches, i'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
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| Bank rolls is all i knows, that shit is dead chicken-head!
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| Verse 3:(lil kim)
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| The morning’s finally here, damn! |
| what should i wear?
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| 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
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| Just ope’it up, the motherfucker’s gone
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| I’m hearing voices in the back of my mind
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| Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line
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| I guess it’s time to test this bullet-proof dress
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| From putting holes up in my chest
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| I’m lookin through the peep-hole to recognise the face
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| I see three bitches and still i got to play it safe
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| I hope my dress come in handy, but when i open the door
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| Three little girls selling candy, ya see bitches is jealous
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| Of little kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
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| All i wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch
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| Clock dough on the law, y'know?
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| Chorus to fade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Stabbers , by - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Song from the album Conspiracy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп