We high in this motherfucker. Yeah, welcome to East St. Louis (2 Sense) 2 Sense. What'chu wanna do nigga? Bizzy... Bone... (Bizzy Bone in here, yeah) Get Bizzy ya'll. 2 Sense.
-Chorus-2 Sense (Bizzy)-
Hey now, what 'chu wanna do? (Fully automatic; Steady static when we comin' through, comin' through)
Lyfstyle (of 2 Sense)
Remember, I ever had to lie/ Be smokin' that weed, we blowin' that fire; Get high/ Criminializin' the mind in a comatose state for steppin' them lines/ Somebody help him (What?) He sick to the stomach and I sent to vomit (What?) Went from, clean and cut to dirty as what? (Whoa!) Who am I, to judge me? (What?) The conscience of a lost soul, reincarnated as the nut rolls/ What is my reason for touchin' the heat? Because this world is so cold/ It ain't no touchin' me, I'm on my island all alone/ Forever we ride, huffin' puffin' Big Bad Wolf you ain't on nothin' so we stride to eliminate suicide/ So many infants die/ I'm in your city with Bizzy, so what do you wanna do? Fully automatic; Steady static when we comin' through (Sick)
-Chorus-2 Sense (Bizzy)-
Bizzy Bone
How do I jump right off, express myself? You better believe it, most definitely wanted dead or alive, I just don't give a fuck I'd rather oblige/ You better not touch yourself, yeah/ Brother better to survive, while ya movin' (Woo!) watch what 'cha doin' (Huh) It don't take a magazine or a genius to tell me rappin and flip flop everybody with hip-hop/ Somebodies eatin' but Jimmy Lovine and Mr. Cohen/ Brothers battle the war like theres no racism and we not knowin/ Don't Malcolm X me, cause I'm mixed with Italian/ I'm a chameleon in every ghetto, trues speakin' (?)/ Nonchalant staggered, and you love to show my mind, you know my rhymin' word/ Call my medallion for fifty thousand
-Chorus-2 Sense-
Zuce (of 2 Sense)
(Uh, yeah...) I tell em "Hey now, stick to the herb. It's better dummy" You honies wantin' my money but she gettin nothin' from me, but shots in her tummy (Uh) Too many fellas is dummies/ Now all these trickers are thinkin' that they can run off with the industries a comin'/ Back Bone the dizzy, still a Thug in Harmony/ Got connected with the city, now to rott 'cha armory/ Reinbursin' all my dirties cept the one's who markin' me/ Zuce'll lay you on the floor like he was workin' carpentry/ Bouncin' and movin' (Uh) Watch what you doin'/ Ladies all up in the club, cousins, hustlas, pimps, and thugs sittin' and waitin' to get with the girls/ Hittin' the 2 Sense, like "How you grooving?" Thinkin' you ready for Zuce, but I got tongues and tongue tricks that'll make ya oozin'/ Don't lose, I'm sayin'