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[The Notorious BIG] (I see the gimmicks, the wack lyrics) [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 SongtexteAnd 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 Aus Songtexte Mania