Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Gimmicks, artist - Real Live. Date of issue: 31.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Gimmicks |
| 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 Chunky 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 niggas 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 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 cuz you ain’t never 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 |