Tom: C major•
Verse 1
Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer,
Verse 2
choice of weapons
Gm
What's the question? Why
are you flexin'?
Here's the answer, choice of weapons
Verse 3
Yo, [unverified] kid, why you flexin' like a bicep?
Gm
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
Verse 4
Gm
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
Verse 5
Gm
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
Verse 6
Gm
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
Verse 7
Gm
What's the question? Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer,
Verse 8
choice of weapons
Why are you flexin'?
Verse 9
Gm
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
Verse 10
Gm
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
Verse 11
Gm
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
Verse 12
Gm
What's the question? Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer,
Verse 13
choice of weapons
Gm
What's the question? Why
are you flexin'?
Verse 14
Here's the answer, choice of weapons
Gm
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
Verse 15
Gm
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
Verse 16
in these ill ass streets
Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer,
choice of weapons
Verse 17
What's the question? Why are you flexin'?
Gm
Verse 18
Here's the answer, choice of weapons
Gm
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
Verse 19
Meanwhile, he flexed a burner on his side
Gm
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
Verse 20
Gm
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,
Verse 21
black best believe that
Why are you flexin'?
Here's the answer,
choice of weapons
Verse 22
Gm
What's the question? Why
are you flexin'?
Here's the answer,
choice of weapons
Verse 23
Gm
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
Verse 24
Gm
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
Outro 1
It's Panche, the wild Comanche, suicide
Gm
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