The Gimmicks Lyrics - The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama - Real Live

(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 niggaz 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 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 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 skill before you talk about a Uz or a Tec 

And I lost mad respect 

And if the wack shit 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 fuck from out of here before I squeeze