Choice Of Weapons

What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons Yo, [unverified] kid, why you flexin' like a bicep? Heat on your hip just to get a rep, it ain't worth it Just because you pack a biscuit doesn't mean you can't Become another statistic, you figure it Life's a gamble even for vandalz, I handle mine with minds Only unless, my chest is under pressure in a contest The fear of layin' in wreck causes the stress I have to adjust to this mess and pull when it's best Yo, little big man, feelin' your oats, because you're strapped Bustin' a cap at another kid who's black It ain't all that when the shots are flyin' back You made a choice and the choice you made was wack Kinda tipsy with the liquid confidence Pullin' your pistol when it doesn't make sense To be the bigger man you figure But in the end it don't pay when you're livin' by the trigger What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons Yeah, it's the master of the who, what, where and the why But still I got a problem with seein' my brothers die I've been around and lived past the average age of us In every obituary, a full page of us The game is money, but what about inner wealth? The mental, the spiritual and physical health But still everyday the city is a test That's why some people feel a gun is the best No doubt, I pack protection, but every altercation Or situation doesn't deserve blastin', I mastered precisions Choice of weapon, should I peel or peel out? My choice of routes may decide my whereabouts What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons I pack no weapons then the sergeant bargin' in Ready to bomb a rapper like Saddam, Stikken Moov swarm Ready to bust off, like Ron Jeremy, but I chill G Relax and consider lucky to live to see a quarter past three That's why I, wield the steel, yes, my microphone is crazy real I'm not the one sellin' out to get the ma*s appeal But jail cells are filled with my peeps While the rest are gettin' killed in these ill a*s streets What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons So pick your weapon, a mic or a gun I make a s*cker run when my tongue stuns, check it Leavin' the spot, I seen some wild kids One stepped to me, asked me to freestyle kid Meanwhile, he flexed a burner on his side I looked him in the eye, smiled, and walked to my ride He was actin' kinda hard on the surface I said to myself that it really wasn't worth it Yo, you think you're all that 'cuz you pack heat? Seein' your own brother play the concrete in defeat Tryin' to prove yourself, while you put the next man down But what goes around, comes back, black best believe that What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons You know what I'm sayin'? That's all the real heads all over the world That realize, that this music is real That we keep it real like that Peace to all my brothers on the third And all the real brothers in hip hop It's like a rap's new generation thing, baby, peace to Guru It's Panche, the wild Comanche, suicide