or little, great or small It really doesn't matter at all The way we shuffle our feet, and hem and haw 'Cause everyone's afraid they'll fall or else be
justice to the enemies not the other way round They're guilty when killed and they're killed where they're found If what's loosed on earth will be
a lot of it From the way I see it, seems to still stem from Lack of feelings on our parts it's And how we relate or communicate with our Fellow brothers and sisters
A kill you the listener if you come for em Die for the nigga thats my dog forever Hoes be like damn why y'all always together Two things thata never be
never flow again And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers And the sisters and the cousins or
kill, at least not me. Wouldn't it be nice to be a hero? Wouldnit-wouldnit? Wouldnit-wouldnit? Wouldnit-wouldnit? Wouldnit? Mm - Wouldn't it be nice to be
worse I held tight to my purse My sister did the talking and I looked down And tapped my foot and sort of twisted on one heel. Madame pointed to corner And twisted
no friend, she worked to twist your mind Though you tried to change her deadly ways Take the scythe - It's just a case of killing to be kind All Villagers
Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way round They?re guilty when killed and they?re killed where they?re found If what?s loosed on earth will be
So misunderstood, but what?s a World without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted ?cause she open when you twist
yet I appoligize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it [Verse 4: Common] Get em high like noon, or the moon or
care of family and never will it stop A message to my sister, your big brother got you But never in life let a coward nigga twist you A message to my
3:] You should be clappin when from makin it out ghetto Or Tryin to park it don't matter even if he black or if he whetto But you don't know how to be
me in 2001 I saw my sister| Saw the ones who twist her A social suicide If looks could kill Each and every cheap thrill Could be a homicide Wake
emcee seek tuition [chorus] And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what
tuition (chorus) And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl or be down with my crew, or be part of my world Be leary of what you wish for