(I don't do gimmicks, I don't do gimmicks, I don't do gimmicks...)
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]

Yo, I'm sick and tired of all the games that you play
Claiming that you Gangsta Gangsta cause you bought an Eazy-E tape
But wait, I thought that you said that you was a pimp, The next [short dawg?], wallet but you can't pay rent
I even bet, you searching for a brand new hook MC's focus on they looks, and they ain't get shook
I drop more math than calculus books
What you need to do is reroute the path that you took
Cause you went ahead, try'na be something that you not
Put a mask on, talk about all the brothers that you shot
But you ain't cap nobody, never even held a gat
You figure that's as everybody else thought that it was fat
You put it in your rapper status quo Ain't no hard act to follow
You not only suck but you swallow What you gonna be tomorrow
Cause yesterday you was Maffioso You claim that you's a dime but the rhymes you rock are so-so

No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
Superfly big worm with the bomb-ass perm you heard Method Man
Now you're the super sperm And your videos you got whores galore
Puttin' it on the glass on the 6'4 Your whole entourage is a facade
Claiming that you're God But you don't even know a lot
I can't consent to your gang you're using gimmicks
Don't forget it's the [H?] n***a did it
I peep your whole technique
Your deceit is weak
Bring [an N's?] to the street
You getting beat
Talking about you holding the straps
They better be like that The slugs impact, hollow-points blow out your back
Word is [bond in?] on [central?] Cali [From SD?] we must caps all the way in [scally?]
It's the head I'll leave him dead I always come with it
Don't run it's what you want on the gimmick

No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]

Stop with the gimmicks, and just come real
You don't have the skill to have appeal
Since you got a record deal, it doesn't mean that you can front
You sold your soul to do what your mainstream want
And you forgot about your fans from the Underground who gave you your name
Keep on telling change with the money and the fame until the game they rearrange positions But turn around and diss 'em, and they'll come back with new styles and new rhythms
Afrocentric to punk, lift the [tongue and cheekbone?]
Now you [kung fu like Wu?] claiming that you are like tree trunks
Come on now, please just be an MC Master of ceremonies not creator of baloney
You claim you pimp your girl but you still payin' alimony
[Disown me from your wackness?] and leave your changing faces act at the door
So I don't want to hear your gimmicks anymore
No gimmicks [come for real, go coast to appeal, boss'll later trumps with the ill?]
No gimmicks [come for real, go]