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every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined

Now y'all see that, huey coming up
Got up off my ass, go get that bag
I gotta run it up
You try to stab me in my back again

You must be dumb as fuck

We remember the stuntwoman

Flying across the cosmos in Steve McQueen's mustang
That's when they tried to call Vicki
The phone it never rang
Before

Uncle Steve
And they broke the TV

Screaming and shouting
Can't take much more
Oh god Steve's
Back on the floor

Through all the chaos
One thing's still

And disregard exchange by any end-all

Don't even think it's never crossed my mind

So you think you can call yourself a friend 
And stab me in the back 
to end

Gang
Swag me the fuck out (Woo, woo)
'Fore you get punched in your fuckin' mouth
(Woo, woo)
I'ma take your bitch back to my crib
You already know
(yeah)

I'm here to hunt, so I'm about to spring the trap
(Spring the trap, yuh, spring the trap, yuh)
See johnny law, then I might stab him in the back

Ouch

N-Dubz

Uncle B

2008

you had to go and just stab my heart like, ouch

Six thirty in the morning, I've arrived early from tour
Step into the house, I'm walking up

a thang would you still treat me the same? (Huh?)
Gotta charge it to the game
They would stab me in my back every time if I would let him
Heart cold so I

Wicked Ways [Bonus Track]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Deluxe Edition]

2013

the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I

Under the Influence

D-Age

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats

rad
Yous is fake, then we stab
Take your watch, then we grab
Sell it off for a couple rands
Throw it back for Birthday Bash

Yeah yeah
I'm Birthday Bash

I've got my eye on you
Are they really by your side
Will they stab you from behind
You will never know
Take a gamble with your life
Taking bets up

in some polo
Hard to trust a soul I’m always rocking by my dolo
Keep my circle small and I could never let my bro’s go
I’ve had too many stab wounds

These niggas fraud, these niggas fake
Stab you yo back while smiling in your face
They treat you with respect until you walk away
Then they flip it

name is Steve Victory I was in math with ya
Back then I was the shy type
Guy
Not the fly type
Trying to get my nerve up to speak
Cause you was my type

a dog I KNOW THAT HE LOOK'n TO BONE
FREE ALL THE SOLDIERS LOCKED IN THEM CHAINS
It's free them till they ass come home
Got curved by the dimes
Her man be

that Knife to stab me right in my back
Took my heart and put it back together Already done it so many times
Girl, living just like a cat way you think

to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush

my back, left me in the black

Just like you know you are

Count backwards from ten
Back to the start where I let you in 
Already consumed by so much

a sunshine.
If you wanna lick my lollipop. Gotta know me not gonna lick you back/ You get a hundred stabs cause a quickie that/, and when we done you lick

could get real when you talk about it 
Since I switched up my location I lost everybody 
Gat switching up my shades so I don’t see nobody 
Back stab me

don't know

Nostalgia stabs us in the back
Fragmented through the looking glass
How easy is it to forget that we were doing our best

Nostalgia stabs us

let it loose
Put my heart on the track, just so you can take a stab
Put it all on the line, and I hate how you react
Stay in the back of my mind, and I