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 hit Verbal homicide, razor blades spit It's mad kids trapped up in the game, ain't nothing pretty We all on a quest to have the tightest jam in the city Or the fattest sound for the nine-pound Shoot a 100 grand, I'm rollin headcracks on the ground My mind is under siege from Chucky Black I made my white-out fat with about three fourths of a 20 sack Now I gots to blow the spot one time and in due time You'll find the illustration of true crime Too many n***az fakin moves today Too many brothers gettin blown away But I be makin licks anyway, everyday And still hold a toast just in case of foul play You always had somethin to say Man, I know you wasn't sh** 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 soldier I earned mad stripes, slugs hit you like a boulder The K is all-pro with the MP-60 And I'ma stimulate like a monster hit a blow, so Now it's time to pay some dues You got to show some sk** before you talk about a Uz or a Tec And I lost mad respect And if the wack sh** don't stop I'm shuttin down shop You took a turn for the worse, you're like a curse You never come clean in your verse You got players on the street gettin down for real Gettin down for coke, gettin down with steel You ain't a thoroughbred, you ain't did no caper What's this talk about you rich when you're workin with short paper? You're like a disease And, ahh, get the f** from out of here before I squeeze