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What's the question? Why are you
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What's the Why are you flexin'?
the answer, choice of weapons

Yo, [unverified] kid, why you flexin' a bicep?
Heat on your hip to get a rep, it ain't worth it
Just because you pack a biscuit mean you can't
another statistic, you figure it

Life's a gamble even for vandalz, I handle mine minds
Only unless, my is under pressure in a contest
The fear of layin' in wreck the stress
I have to to this mess and pull when it's best

Yo, little big man, feelin' oats, because you're strapped
Bustin' a cap at kid who's black
It ain't all when the shots are flyin' back
You made a choice and the choice you was wack

Kinda with the liquid confidence
Pullin' your pistol when it make sense
To be the man you figure
But in the end it don't pay when you're by the trigger

What's the Why are you flexin'?
the answer, choice of weapons

What's the question? Why are you
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Yeah, it's the of the who, what, where and the why
But still I got a with seein' my brothers die
been around and lived past the average age of us
In obituary, a full page of us

The game is money, but about inner wealth?
The mental, the and physical health
But still the city is a test
That's why some people feel a gun is the

No doubt, I pack protection, but every
Or situation doesn't deserve blastin', I mastered
Choice of weapon, should I or peel out?
My choice of routes may decide my

What's the question? Why are you
Here's the answer, of weapons

the question? Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer, of weapons

I pack no then the sergeant bargin' in
Ready to bomb a like Saddam, Stikken Moov swarm
to bust off, like Ron Jeremy, but I chill G
Relax and consider lucky to live to see a quarter past

That's why I, wield the steel, yes, my microphone is crazy
I'm not the one sellin' out to get the mass
But jail are filled with my peeps
While the are gettin' killed in these ill ass streets

the question? Why are you flexin'?
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the question? Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer, choice of

So pick weapon, a mic or a gun
I make a run when my tongue stuns, check it
the spot, I seen some wild kids
One stepped to me, asked me to kid

Meanwhile, he flexed a burner on his
I him in the eye, smiled, and walked to my ride
He was actin' kinda on the surface
I said to myself it really wasn't worth it

Yo, you think you're all that 'cuz you heat?
your own brother play the concrete in defeat
Tryin' to prove yourself, you put the next man down
But what around, comes back, black best believe that

What's the question? Why are you
the answer, choice of weapons

What's the Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer, choice of

You what I'm sayin'?
That's all the real heads all the world
That realize, this music is real
That we keep it like that

Peace to all my brothers on the
And all the brothers in hip hop
It's like a rap's new generation thing, baby, peace to
Panche, the wild Comanche, suicide