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Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up Sean P, 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 bass line 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 goose down 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 reverend? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied Till his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside Oh shit, yo whassup whassup? Yo son, yo, oh-oahh 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 P This, is the diary of Sean Wigginz Recognize, motherfucker Use your head for more than a fuckin' hatrack Punk motherfuckers, word up, MFC for life |