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"Back Stabbers"


[Intro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooohhhooohoooohhhhohoooooooooooooooooo!
DAAMN!
I neva knew this rap shit!
I have a nigga beefin' with' his own homeboooooy...
Ya know?
This shit fucked up!
BUT THIS HOW IT GOES ON!

[Verse:]
Came up; (Yeah!) - I did my thang,
This is so real, I ain't sayin' no names! (NAAH!)
Started with' a dream like Martin Luther King, ("It's Queens' Kid, baby! ")
'Til tha Fed's came sayin' - my whole fuckin' team (HUH?!)
Switched my game up! - Started from tha bottom. (Why?!)
My daughter on tha way, I don't need these problems! (AIIGHT!)
Find me a new job - I wanna rap! (RAP!)
So I got myself a new squad - got out tha trap! (TRAP!)
Didn't have too many niggas ridin' with' me then (Uh!)
But now everybody wanna ride in my Benz. (HUUUH?!)
This one nigga dat I called a friend of mine,
He was really right there when I didn't have a dime. (YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!)
But I stayed on tha grind, - waited in tha line,
Thinkin' dat we'd both get rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to listen.
It's G-Unit now so I put him in position, (OOH!)
To ride with' a nigga - and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can. (WHAT I CAN!)
He got a lil' man dat he called his artist (Yeah!)
I took him right in like: "Damn, let's start this." (Come on!)
Brought him round 50 to show him what he got,
He looked at me quickly and said he was hot. (HE WAS HOT!)
We was on our way - straight to tha top! (TOP!)
But my homeboy feelin' like his man need to drop! (Uh-oooohh!)
His frustration kicks in - now here we go!
My homeboy feelin' like I owe a lil' mo' (LIL' MO'!)
Meanwhile this tha 1st week my album out (Okayy!)
Shit my own damn mama didn't have a house. (Fo' real!)
Stay focused tha way I post this
When tha lights on, you can see tha roaches shit, (Uh-huh!)
Got baaad! - My homeboy really got mad, (REALLY GOT MAD!)
'Cause he started losin' - everythang dat he had (HAAAHAAAAAHHH!)
Nobody to blame but who else. - Guess who!
He started sendin' threats sayin' what he gon' do (Whudd!)
Now I can't live around this beef stuff (NAAH!)
This ain't New York, my city ain't big enough (AIN'T BIG ENOUGH!)
So I'm lookin' fo' my homeboy with' guns and shit (C'MON!)
Askin' the Lord: "How did it come to this?! " (WHAOV!)
There he goes right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's get this ova. (THIS OVA!)
Dogg down on the whole crowd, DON'T NOBODY MOVE!
Where my homeboy at? - What he say he gon' do!? (HUH?!)
Outta nowhere, - my homeboy show his face ('Ey!)
But one of his souljas pull a gun from his waist. (Damn!)
I started to shoot! - But I looked in his eyes
And then I realized that he didn't wanned die; (DIDN'T WANNED DIE!)
So it's back to my homeboy: "Whassup now?! "
He like "Damn Buck! You really actin' fucked up now! " (yeah!)
I'm like: "Naaahh! - Niggas say you tryna kill me."
Glock still out, nobody gettin' near me. (uh-uh!)
A car door opens, and who do I see?! (WHO DO I SEE?!)
My homeboy artist who was down with' me. (Uh-hahaaaa!)
He holla: "Put ya guns down, and put ya hands up! " (WHAT?!)
I wouldn't thinkin', I just FUCKED YA MAN UP!
Picked up my strap, hopped in my 'Lac truck (C'monn)
Told my homeboy: "Ya man's an act up! " (Nigga!)
Weeks went by and we got back cool!
First it's shame on 'em, then it's shame on you, (SHAME ON YOU!)
'Cause these same ol' dues that I let back round (Okay!)
Doin' all kinda shit behind my back now. (BACK NOW!)
Wanna sleep with' tha enemy to make some noise! (Aiight!)
But this how it goes in tha streets when you war witcha homeboy.

[Chorus: Male singing]
They smilin' in ya face (Whooooooooooooooooooooooohhhooohoooohhhhohoooooooooooooooooo!)
All tha time they wanna take ya place!
Back stabbers... Back staaabbers...
They smilin' in ya face (Whooooooooooooooooooooooohhhooohoooohhhhohoooooooooooooooooo!)
All tha time they wanna take ya place
Back stabbers... Back staaabbers... [echoes] [beat stops]

[Outro:]
Where my dope boys at?
Yeah!
Shawty, I see you!
Now pick up that goddamn money!

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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