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Ruck
Got all my Magnum in here, word up
Sean PEEEEEEEEE
Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond
Word up, M-F-C
Hah, word up, yeah, yeah
Smack this nigg* son, word up, hit him
Yo, is pipsqueaks, thinkin s**t's sweet
I come discrete, turn your as* 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 s**t to Sean P
before I launch three shots directly at your army
Word is bond, we be on some s**t to the two-thou
Loose mouth 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 nigg* Kevin
Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your as* in the Seven
You still bustin motherfkin shots at the reverand?
Hell no I replied, elbows was applied
til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside
Oh s**t yo whassup whassup
Yo son, yo, OH-oahh!
*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*
*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*
*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*
fk you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question
fk that, don't ask no questions in my s**t
Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up
Yo fk them, yo fk you
fk that cat, word up
Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ*
*RECOGNIZE, MOTHERfker*
*USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A fkin HATRACK*
*PUNK MOTHERfkerS, WORD UP*
*M-F-C, FOR LIFE!*