Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Stabbers , by - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Release date: 14.08.1995
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |