Intro/chorus They smile in your face All the time they wanna take your place Briefpapier Visitenkarten 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 Kaffeelikör 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 Rechtsanwalt Köln 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 Basteln mit Holz 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) Baudenkmal 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?
