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 motherfuckin 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*



Fuck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question

Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit

Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up

Yo fuck them, yo fuck you

Fuck that cat, word up

Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE



*THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ*

*RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER*

*USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK*

*PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP*

*M-F-C, FOR LIFE