Sense

[Intro: D Double E]
Oh my word!
Wah gwan?
It's the generals in the building!
Budababa

[Verse 1: D Double E]
On the news at 10
When was the last time that you saw them?
I told you to tell your friend
You don't want to meet my new friend
You don't want to meet my new-
No you don't want me to beat my new leng
It's a Mac-10 and it's 10 out of 10
When I have a tell a man, squeeze it on them

[Verse 2: Footsie]
It's the Gens with the new leng, it's on top
Come through with a new leng, it's on top
Everybody better get down cah it's on top
Man's gonna spray a few round, it's on top
Top, it's on for them
With my new leng, I'm on to them
When I see one of them man there, then you don't want to be one of them man there

[Verse 3: D Double E]
Call me Inspector Gadget, I love my gadgets
I love my automatic, one pull; it's tragic
I can make a man disappear like magic
Road blocked off everywhere, there's traffic
You can't hack it, what's under the jacket
None of your mandem don't want to back it

[Verse 4: Footsie]
Yeah man are on this ting
Man will come with the lo-lo-lo-lo-longest ting
I'm a vet in the game, you know my name cah
I overly done this ting
I overly does this, put on my Nike trainers and run this (yeah!)
We run all over the place, with my new leng all over the waist

[Verse 5: D Double E]
I'll have man running all over the place
Spray my ting all over the face
Just like when I ride over the bass
I'm a- I'm a murker
I make a pussyio hold his place
With a leng that always stays on the waist
Just in case man get out of place
Do this smart, I don't want another case

[Verse 6: Footsie]
Keep it moving, don't bother stop
Nah we ain't losing, ain't gonna flop
Hang man over the cliff, let him see the drop, then drop him
I already said there ain't no flopping
If a new leng comes out, I'm copping
Trust me, if I pull it out, I'm popping

[Verse 7: D Double E]
Oh my word!
Right now it's a lot
If I pull out the ting right now, it's a lot
If I empty the ting right now, it's a lot
See the amount of Feds, it's a lot
Park up in the car lot, it's a lot
I don't want to get caught, don't want to get got
And (?) buss till I rot
20 to life, yeah that's a lot

[Verse 8: Footsie]
20 to life, yeah that's a par
I'm not having it, no, not a bar
Man will lick off your head from far
Man will lick off your head from close
Bun one side of your head like toast
One minute you're here, one minute you're ghost
And everyday's like Sunday, so don't fuck about cause you'll get roast(ed)

[Verse 9: Footsie & D Double E] (x4)
Cah right about now it's the Footsie and (who?)
Right about now it's the Footsie and (D!)
You don't want to war with him or (me!)
Get hooks to your jaw from him or (me, me!)