Chorus: Guru and Stikken Moov (repeat 2X)
 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 2X

 [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 2X

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

 Chorus 2X

 [Guru]
 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

 [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 2X

 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