Текст песни Guru f DC Lee, Gus Da Vigilante (Stikken - Choice of Weapons
Guru f DC Lee, Gus Da Vigilante (Stikken - Choice of Weapons слова песни
Chorus: Guru and Stikken Moov (repeat 2X)What`s the question? Why are you flexinHere`s the answer - choice of weapons[Stikken Moov 1]Yo +The ? Remainz+, kid why you flexin like a bicepHeat on your hip, just to get a rep, it ain`t worth itJust because you pack a biscuit, doesn`t mean you can`tbecome another statistic, you figure itLife`s a gamble even for vandalz, I handle mine with mindsOnly unless, my chest is under pressure in a contestThe fear of layin in wreck, causes the stressI 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 backYou made a choice, and the choice you made was wackKinda tipsy with the liquid confidencePullin your pistol when it doesn`t make senseto be the bigger man you figureBut in the end it don`t pay when you`re livin by the triggerChorus 2X[Guru]Yeah it`s the master of the who what where and the whyBut still I got a problem with seein my brothers dieI`ve been around and lived past the average age of usIn every obituary, a full page of usThe game is money, but what about inner wealth?The mental, the spiritual, and physical healthBut still everyday the city is a testThat`s why some people feel a gun is the best[Stikken Moov 2]No doubt I pack protection, but every altercationor situation doesn`t deserve blastin, I mastered precisionsChoice of weapon, should I peel or peel out?My choice of routes may decide my whereaboutsChorus 2X[Stikken Moov 2]I pack no weapons then the seargeant bargin inReady to bomb a rapper like Saddam, Stikken Moov swarmReady to bust off, like Ron Jeremy, but I chill GRelax and consider lucky to live to see a quarter past three[Guru]That`s why I, wield the steel, yes my microphone is crazy realI`m not the one sellin out to get the mass appealBut jail cells are filled with my peepsWhile the rest are gettin killed in these ill ass streetsChorus 2X[Guru]So, pick your weapon, a mic or a gunI make a sucker run when my tongue stuns, check itLeavin the spot, I seen some wild kidsOne stepped to me asked me to freestyle kidMeanwhile, he flexed a burner on his sideI looked him in the eye, smiled, and walked to my rideHe was actin kinda hard on the surfaceI 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 defeatTryin to prove yourself, while you put the next man downbut what goes around, comes back, black best believe thatChorus 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