| Lyrics: | 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 |
