Guru - Choice Of Weapons lyrics

(feat. DC Lee, Gus Da Vigilante (Stikken Moov)) [Chorus x2: Guru and Stikken Moov] What's the question? Why are you flexin Here's the answer - choice of weapons [Stikken Moov 1] Yo +The? Remainz+, 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 [Guru] 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 [Chorus x2] [Guru] 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 [Stikken Moov 2] 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 [Chorus x2] [Stikken Moov 2] I pack no weapons then the seargeant 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 [Guru] That's why I, wield the steel, yes my microphone is crazy real I'm not the one sellin out to get the ma** appeal But jail cells are filled with my peeps While the rest are gettin k**ed in these ill a** streets [Chorus x2] [Guru] So, pick your weapon, a mic or a gun I make a s**er 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 [Stikken Moov 1] Yo you think you're all that, cause 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 [Chorus x2] 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