Various Artists - Sense lyrics

[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 (?) this ting I (?) 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 (?) I'm a- I'm a murker I make a p**yio 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 (?), 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 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 (?) 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 f** about cause you'll get roast [Verse 9: Footsie & D Double E] 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!) X4