The Gimmicks — текст песни (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