Real Live - The Gimmicks Lyrics
(I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics) - The Notorious BIG[ Verse 1 ]I'm usin mics like bangers, victims get hitVerbal homicide, razor blades spitIt's mad kids trapped up in the game, ain't nothing prettyWe all on a quest to have the tightest jam in the cityOr the fattest sound for the nine-poundShoot a 100 grand, I'm rollin headcracks on the groundMy mind is under siege from Chucky BlackI made my white-out fat with about three fourths of a 20 sackNow I gots to blow the spot one time and in due timeYou'll find the illustration of true crimeToo many niggaz fakin moves todayToo many brothers gettin blown awayBut I be makin licks anyway, everydayAnd still hold a toast just in case of foul playYou always had somethin to sayMan, I know you wasn't shit from the very first day(I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics)[ Verse 2 ]I ain't a rookie, son, I'm like a decorated soldierI earned mad stripes, slugs hit you like a boulderThe K is all-pro with the MP-60And I'ma stimulate like a monster hit a blow, soNow it's time to pay some duesYou got to show some skill before you talk about a Uz or a TecAnd I lost mad respectAnd if the wack shit don't stopI'm shuttin down shopYou took a turn for the worse, you're like a curseYou never come clean in your verseYou got players on the street gettin down for realGettin down for coke, gettin down with steelYou ain't a thoroughbred, you ain't did no caperWhat's this talk about you rich when you're workin with short paper?You're like a diseaseAnd, ahh, get the ***** from out of here before I squeeze
