[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!*