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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 ill-stration of true crime
too many n-gg-z 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-t 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 h-t 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 sh-t 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 c-ke, 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-ck from out of here before i squeeze

- real live lyrics

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