Текст песни Choice Of Weapons - Courtney Pine , Guru

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 mass appeal
But jail cells are filled with my peeps
While the rest are gettin' killed in these ill ass 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 sucker 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