[ruck]
Got all my magnum niggaz in here, word up
Sean peeeeeeeee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond
Word up, m-f-c
Hah, word up, yeah, yeah
Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him
Yo, niggaz is pipsqueaks, thinkin shit's sweet
I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat
Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline
With the bassline kick and snare, duke I make your click aware
So please god, never say jack shit to sean p
Before I launch three shots directly at your army
Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou
Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goosedown
Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down
Down, down, down, down-down, down-down
Down-town, jumped off the train on ebbets
Walkin down the street, bump into my nigga kevin
Whattup ruck? i ain't seen your ass in the seven
You still bustin motherf**kin shots at the reverand?
Hell no I replied, elbows was applied
Til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside
Oh shit yo whassup whassup
Yo son, yo, oh-oahh!
*ahahahahahahahah*
*ahahahahahahahahaha*
*ahahahahahahahah*
F**k you shoot him for man? he just asked you a question
F**k that, don't ask no questions in my shit
Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up
Yo f**k them, yo f**k you
F**k that cat, word up
Sean peeeeeeeeeeeee
*this, is the diary of sean wigginz*
*recognize, motherf**ker*
*use your head for more than a f**kin hatrack*
*punk motherf**kers, word up*
*m-f-c, for life!*
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