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