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
  
  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