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Correct Back Stabbers Lyrics
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Junior M.a.f.i.a.
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Correct Back Stabbers
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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 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 s** 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 Chorus x 2 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! Chorus x 2 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
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