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[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*ckin 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*ck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question
F*ck that, don't ask no questions in my shit
Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up
Yo f*ck them, yo f*ck you
F*ck that cat, word up
Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ
RECOGNIZE, MOTHERF*CKER
USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A F*CKIN HATRACK
PUNK MOTHERF*CKERS, WORD UP
M-F-C, FOR LIFE!
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[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*ckin 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*ck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question
F*ck that, don't ask no questions in my shit
Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up
Yo f*ck them, yo f*ck you
F*ck that cat, word up
Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ
RECOGNIZE, MOTHERF*CKER
USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A F*CKIN HATRACK
PUNK MOTHERF*CKERS, WORD UP
M-F-C, FOR LIFE!
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Writer: JUNOD ETIENNE, SEAN N PRICE
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